Uh Oh....Erin Who?

[The Seer]

[indyfrisco]

[H4ever]

Rack! Erin McQuaide.... I remember it vaguely, but who was it from the board that broke their foot off in her ass? And what was it about?

[indyfrisco]

Erin McQuinn actually.

She's the Michigan student who wrote that article for the college paper about Michigan State and East Lansing.

From the 10/10/2000 Michigan Daily

A weekend in East Lansing makes me appreciate A2



Being a girl born and raised in the great mitten state of Michigan, I couldn't wait to graduate high school to get the hell out of here. But through some heavy parental convincing I somehow ended up in-state, here at the University, while the rest of my high school went to Michigan State University. And after a sketchy visit to State last weekend, I became vividly aware of just how much we are shaped by the colleges we attend.

My friend and I stuck out like sore thumbs in East Lansing. In our Michael Stars stretch-tees and black booty pants we were highly contrast to the standard American Eagle boots and big orange fleeces. I felt foreign - where were all the jean jackets and big hoop earrings? They were nowhere to be found. And what the hell was going on out on the dance floor? People weren't dancing, they were trying to have sex while still wearing clothes. This was above and beyond grinding. It was so high school that I was just waiting for the principal to come in and break it up.

But perhaps the scariest part of the night was seeing some random guy running around in a black wife-beater. State isn't a party school - it's a continuation of high school for all the kids who grew up in Michigan. And boy are they bitter about it. Anytime that I told someone that I was from the University of Michigan, I heard a quick retort of "Oh yeah, I totally could've gotten in!" Not that I asked or anything, buddy.

Our parties are about 500 times better than theirs. And we don't riot when we win (I'll never figure that one out). But for some reason I definitely couldn't see the boys at this party rioting. It didn't look like they could do a hanging arm pull-up, let alone flip over an entire car. These were the boys who couldn't climb the rope in gym class. Tall, skinny and wearing big leather jackets with shoulder pads. The really sad thing was, we were at supposedly one of the best fraternities on campus - I'd really hate to see the worst.

And whoever started the myth that State has "really hot girls" must not have been at the party I was at either. All the girls seemed terribly plain - not hideous, just plain.

I think they all went to K-mart together to buy the same off-the-shelf-box shade of blonde. Or maybe it was just because about 99 percent of them hail from "The Great Lakes State" - probably the second plainest state next to Idaho.

We are all products of our environments. At MSU I stopped to think for a moment how different my life would be now if I had gone for the green-and-white rather than the maize-and-blue (even our colors are more sophisticated). I would probably have more hiking boots and fewer Prada bags. And for once, I was actually thankful to my parents for making me do something.

So maybe I have become that "arrogant *******" that all the people who hate the University said I would be. Wait - I know I have. But not in the typical way.

I don't cry when we lose a football game and I definitely could care less if a school's ACT average is lower than ours. But all those people who have discovered "the softer side of Sears" and treat the frat dance floor like an under-18 club - that's just wrong.

It will be a long time until I return again to East Lansing. I think Michigan State can be summarized by the sole factor that they think it's super-cool to have one person dance in the center of a circle while everyone else claps.

[M Club]

myspace was a better way to check in on her whenever the tri-annual "erin mcquinn?" came up.

[King Crimson]

what was the name of that Notre Dame hoops player skull wanted to bang? a lot like Erin McQuinn...the name, not the girl.

[Screw_Michigan]

Rack M Club and IF. God, I remember that shit from 10 years ago.

[PSUFAN]

ERIN! Long time no see. Here's to the days of PRADAsmack...

[Killian]

This thread is like crack for ou_skull. He'll be in here for a fix in no time.

[Laxplayer]

Shit we've been around along ass time......
Where the sam hell is Shaz??????

[Dinsdale]

sam hell

Sam HILL, dammit.

Legendary U&L pioneer.

They recently turned his original Gorge Road into a bike path through the Gorge.

His Stonehenge replica, and all the other goofy shit he did to make Gorge travellers say "what in the Sam Hill?" still stand.

Except he renamed Sam Hill to Mary Hill, in honor of his wife... there's a museum, an amphitheater, and some other shit there to this day.


[/rant]

[OUMO]

This thread is like crack for ou_skull. He'll be in here for a fix in no time.

If not I will be dissapointed.

[Goober McTuber]

sam hell

Sam HILL, dammit.

Legendary U&L pioneer.

They recently turned his original Gorge Road into a bike path through the Gorge.

His Stonehenge replica, and all the other goofy shit he did to make Gorge travellers say "what in the Sam Hill?" still stand.

Except he renamed Sam Hill to Mary Hill, in honor of his wife... there's a museum, an amphitheater, and some other shit there to this day.


[/rant]

Uh, no.

Sam Hill is an American English slang phrase, a euphemism or minced oath for "the devil" or "hell" personified (as in, "What in the Sam Hill is that?"). Etymologist Michael Quinion and others date the expression back to the late 1830s;[1][2] they and others[3] consider the expression to have been a simple bowdlerization, with, according to the Oxford English Dictionary, an unknown origin.

[edit] Possible referents
Candidate referents for the use date back to at the 1700s.

For example, according to Quinion:[1]

an article in the New England Magazine in December 1889 entitled "Two Centuries and a Half in Guilford, Connecticut" mentioned that, “Between 1727 and 1752 Mr. Sam. Hill represented Guilford in forty-three out of forty-nine sessions of the Legislature, and when he was gathered to his fathers, his son Nathaniel reigned in his stead” and a footnote queried whether this might be the source of the "popular Connecticut adjuration to ‘Give ‘em Sam Hill’?"

The millionaire Samuel Hill, a businessman and "good roads" advocate in the Pacific Northwest, became associated with the phrase in the 1920s, a reference that made it into Time magazine when he convinced Queen Marie of Romania to travel to rural Washington to dedicate Hill's Maryhill Museum of Art.[4] The fact that "Father of Good Roads" Samuel Hill hadn't been born when the figure of speech first appeared in a publication rules out the possibility that he was the original Sam Hill in question.[2][5]

[DiT]

there's no way shit comes out of THAT ass!

[Goober McTuber]

there's no way shit comes out of THAT ass!

Of course not. That's chocolate toffee. Enjoy.

[H4ever]

there's no way shit comes out of THAT ass!

Right...I'm sure she emits only the fragrances of the most appealing and pleasant natural odors. Just like you will never see her toting around last year's Prada handbag...you will never smell anything foul that can be directly attributed to her gastro-intestinal workings.