West End Wood

When you see the eggs come out of the milk carton onto the grill you start feeling some typa way, a way you can only feel while inside West End Dining Hall. Some might get West End Wood when walking by the female cooks with beards, it’s just got you feelin some typa way. Just like when the worker tells you can’t take a gallon of milk to-go so you reply with “Is it your milk?” Once again it’s got you feelin some typa way, a way you can only feel when you’re inside West End Dining Hall. Newbies might get West End Wood when the drink machine says out of order and in reality it’s working perfectly fine shooting out exactly what liquid you want to have to drink with your nice West End meal, my first experience with West End Wood involved this situation. Lastly experienced vets might get West End Wood by walking in sitting down at their table enjoying a fine cuisine and having someone walk up to you and start dancing in front of you, some would say this is very epic when in reality this the true ultimate hardest, biggest, longest West End Wood that you will ever experience in your life.

GUY 1: “Bro why you got a hard on?? There ain’t no baddies in here”

GUY 2: “Bro them chocolate milk eggs out of the carton got me feelin some typa way”

GUY 1: “You must have a case of West End Wood”

Example 2:

Worker: “I see you’re taking a lot of milk to go… You know you can’t do that right?”

Person: “Is it your milk?”

Worker: “No” (Thinks to himself: Why does this man have an erection?)

Person: “Well I’m not gonna stop”

Worker: (Thinks to himself: He must have a case of West End Wood)

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