My girlfriend was sitting in the on-campus grad bar at UMass Amherst a week ago and she heard a conversation between the bartender and two hoodlum-esque students who were sitting next to her. They were talking about "just laying down some tracks" (read: deejay at the bar).
The bartender said, "Yo, I wish I could bless your tracks but my voice ain't that sweet."
Later on that evening she was talking to these two rocket scientists and she mentioned that she was a fertility drug baby and a surviving triplet.
"Damn," one of them said, without a hint of irony, "I hope my girl never has to take fraternity drugs to have a baby."
She agreed with them, and said, "I hope she never has to take fraternity drugs, either."