Half of the internets is broken, but not my half.
Hey there! I recently got to exchange two good buddies for seventeen bajillion beer swilling, racy*-sign making undergraduates, who are currently storming the campus in their Ford Stompers.
But that's not getting us down! We're not begging for a trade-back!
Hey, have you noticed that King George is talking really fast these days? But there are still the jarring screeches-to-a-halt of speech? It's like riding with someone trying to learn to drive a stick shift. It makes me feel each and every one of my nerve endings. Gah!
When the weather breaks and school starts, I will be less exclaimey. Promise.
*Perhaps "racy" is not the best word here, as it implies a bit of subtlety. The signs don't say "I'm gonna fuck you're [sic] daughter" but, um, it's pretty close.
But that's not getting us down! We're not begging for a trade-back!
Hey, have you noticed that King George is talking really fast these days? But there are still the jarring screeches-to-a-halt of speech? It's like riding with someone trying to learn to drive a stick shift. It makes me feel each and every one of my nerve endings. Gah!
When the weather breaks and school starts, I will be less exclaimey. Promise.
*Perhaps "racy" is not the best word here, as it implies a bit of subtlety. The signs don't say "I'm gonna fuck you're [sic] daughter" but, um, it's pretty close.
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