We hold these truths to be self-evident: that less is more, that we doubt "she" ever did - in fact - say that, and that we aren't entirely sure who "she" really is.
For several weeks, residents of the Intern House have noticed an unnatural spike in "That's what she said" jokes on the part of house inhabitant Kristin Weaver. While some have been widely-regarded as well-played and timely, others have received diverse criticism, drawing complaints such as "That's a stretch," and "That doesn't even make sense." Consequently, in order to retain the value of a worthwhile and humorous "That's what she said" joke, desperate times do indeed call for desperate measures.
Be it therefore enacted that a jar labeled "Pizza Fund" will hereby be placed on the downstairs counter, for the express purpose of limiting the honorable Kristin Weaver's "That's what she said" jokes.
For every "stretched" joke made by Ms. Weaver, she must deposit one dollar in the jar. "Stretched" jokes will be determined by a vote of those present when such a joke is delivered, with the plurality holding the final say. Laugh Factor may, admittedly, be included in the decision.
When the money in the jar reaches a predetermined amount, the matter will be brought before the body in the forum of a scheduled House Meeting - held at 10:30 pm on Sunday nights - and a decision shall be made as to the franchise used and toppings included on said pizza.
The governing body understands the rashness of such a decree, but hopes that this edict can, in turn, provide for many laughs to come. We appreciate your patience and cooperation while this matter is resolved.
Story by Coy Whittier
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