A title given to anyone who roams third floor continuously or just sits their lazy ass in one of the 5 conference rooms. Even when these people/whores don't have the rooms booked, they still occupy the rooms cause that's how 3rd Floor Whores roll. They spend countless hours argueing about nothing, and get nothing accomplished. The result of roaming 3rd Floor like a lost soul are bad test/exam marks, being late for class, and skipping class or an entire course for some students. Some beleive that when they pass away, they will still continue to roam 3rd floor like the ghosts from Harry Potter.

When you fucked somebody but you're trying to cover it up the next morning. Or even the night of for that matter.

A title given to anyone who roams third floor continuously or just sits their lazy ass in one of the 5 conference rooms. Even when these people/whores don't have the rooms booked, they still occupy the rooms cause that's how 3rd Floor Whores roll. They spend countless hours argueing about nothing, and get nothing accomplished. The result of roaming 3rd Floor like a lost soul are bad test/exam marks, being late for class, and skipping class or an entire course for some students. Some beleive that when they pass away, they will still continue to roam 3rd floor like the ghosts from Harry Potter.

A slang term for sex, especially public sex.

A group of lame retarded ass kids from some shitty suburb of DC trying to be cool and pretend they are doing something important when really they are just bored and pathetic. They take pictures of their cars and they make shirts and stickers and attempt to get a fan following but nobody really gives a shit. They really have no purpose and are just trying to be cool.

A group of high-school and college dropouts desperately looking for a way to make a living before their parents realize that that are going nowhere in life and cut off their money supply.

While they like to think that they are doing something constructive by selling shitty iron on t-shirts, all they really do is play ultimate frisbee while pretending that they are on a competitive playing level as the UPA, when in reality their level of organization and inner conflict would result in them having a tough time beating an elementary school class at recess.

While the amount of fail this group produces is comically bad, don't waste your time laughing at them because they are so dumb they may think that you are laughing because they are doing something good. Instead, spend your time feeling bad for them because they are in for a serious reality check when they realize that their shitty clothing company falls through and they are stuck working at the YMCA for the rest of their lives.

Out of a school district with ten thousand kids, it is safe to say only around a dozen of them have ever been to 3rd floor west. 3rd floor west always smells like dying animals, and has no purpose aside from providing the freshmen girls with a bathroom to gossip in and giving hallways for students to walk around in when they take a bathroom pass and leave their boring 3rd floor East class for 20 minutes.

Half the classrooms are always empty, and the other classes are honors classes that are only used for 2 classes a day. Nobody has been there, and nobody knows what goes down there.

Simply put, the floor the goes unsearched. Any Salty Jake knows that there are never victims on the 3rd floor of a house fire. Residents know to leave a building, especially the 3rd floor if it is the fire floor, so a Salty Jake knows not to waste his time searching more than 2 floors.