The guy who knew all about this new internet thing (mid-to-late 90s), because he would sneak out of Yeshiva and go to the public library.

The guy who knew more about sex than anyone else.

The guy who had a lot of secular knowledge.

The guy who could tell a good joke.

The guy who somehow stayed in Yeshiva despite rarely attending a shiur and never taking tests.

The guy who stayed in the Beis Midrash shmoozing after Seder let out.

The guy who could turn any study session into a bullshove.

The guy who dropped out of Yeshiva and joined the army.

The greaseball. This guy never let his hair grow past a double 0 cut and would pronounce breast as breest since he never actually heard anyone say that word, but of course you knew he read about them.

The modernish shtieger. This guy would wear tan corduroy pants (gevalt!), had longish hair, and a suede kippa, but learned all day and night. We couldn’t figure it out – so the rumor was that he was forced to dress modern by his parents, but he was yeshivish in his neshomo.

The chosid. We don’t know why chassidim sent their kid to a misnagdeshe yeshiva, but we do remember when the rosh mechina cracked a joke about how you can tell if a Sefer Torah is treif — it wears the gartel on the outside.

The Breuer guy who would to a taines dibbur during the whole month of Elul and aseres yimey t’shuva Now that’s shtark.

The foreigners – guys from Argentina and Brazil (I guess their parents were Telzers) who would swear in Spanish and Portuguese all the time. Only the workers in the kitchen knew what they were saying.

The rockers. These guys totally convinced everyone that they could listen to rock because they have to prepare to be the band at the Purim Seuda.

The gilgul cat. This cat hung around the lunchroom during meals and at the beis medrish during seder. Clearly he was a gilgul of one of the bucherim killed in the fire a few decades ago. Why else would a cat hang around the lunchroom?

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The Kach guy. Totally hates arabs. Plotting to blow up a fuel truck in East J. (didnt happen)

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The Viet Nam Vet guy. Full of stories. Disgusted with life. I was sitting at a table with three of this type on July 4. Someone threw a firecracker in the room. All three hit the deck. Nervous as hell.

Ya best watch out with the booze supply if you’re in the USA, you can get into deep s**t for supplying it to minors, last place you want to call you’re parents from is from the “juvi” place.

Come to think of it, it’s a miracle our rebbis never got busted for supplying us with endless supplies at each farbrengen. Ahhh the miracle of Lubavitch holidays…