This was Kim's suitemate's away message during little 5 week.

To all you drinkers and idiot morons to stupid to notice that you're watching bicycles go around a track: I hope you all die. Yes..die. Take your beer pong, and slip-n-slide's and go somewhere nice and shady to fuck yourself and die. No one gives a fuck about the "Greatest College Weekend Ever". I hope dead week next week means that you are all dead from alcohol poisoning, drowning in your own fucking vomit, or falling from keg stands. No one will miss you.