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Goddamn the gods
This week has been what grad school should’ve been: lots of drinking whiskey and shooting the shit with our idols.
Except, it’s confusing when they turn out to be real people, and give too many details about their hernia surgery, etc.
Plus, this:
On Sunday night, Lefty and I picked up The Smartest Man in the Room at […]
That’s All Right, I’ll Watch it Anyway
Speaking of that night at Youpers, remember how suddenly Elvis was before us, his usual Heartthrob McVainerson pompadour obscured by that lame hat, and we started running circles around him, verbally I mean, barking out the chorus of that Feelies song, demanding he guess guess GUESS which song it was? He couldn’t guess. Dude’s brain […]
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