I hate VD. It seems everyone really gets into the spirit of it and spreads it whenever they can.
Husbands to wives, girlfriends to boyfriends, that drunk girl to my roommate, people will even try to spread it to complete strangers sometimes.
Everyone is so pleased with VD. You see it everywhere. Posters, cards, teddy bears, a fat naked dude with a bow and even songs ooze VD all over.
It’s almost as if people are proud of their ability to partake in VD.
As if that were not infuriating enough, just like that stuff in the back of the refrigerator at my house and the rash I’ve got, no one is really sure where it came from.
When I set out to find out where this plague on humanity and more importantly, me, came from, I was met with a wall of ignorant resistance.
In the course of my extensive research (sitting at my computer surfing the net) I found that there is no official ruling as to where VD came from. Many people blame the Catholics.
Even the History Channel (which must be legit because TV has never lied to us) does not offer a clear answer.
The best I could find on their web site was a lengthy article with three different theories which says to me that they have no idea and needed filler.
How wonderful and innocent can something that’s origins are shrouded in mystery be? How worthy of celebration and perpetuation is this VD?
Why should you be spreading something you don’t understand?
Truly a plague, VD distracts people all month, drains your wallet and just leaves you feeling empty when your lover and the burning sensation have gone.
All I really ask, ETSU is that you stop spreading and perpetuating VD.
Before you think that your sweetheart wants to participate in your filthy VD, before you think that the random cutie on campus wants your infectious affections, think about what you are doing. Think about what you are spreading.

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