Saturday, June 12

Beer pong is a terrible idea.

You already knew that, of course. You're a responsible, self-respecting adult, and that portion of your life in which you might reasonably have expected to find yourself celebrating several straight wins by blowing chunks off the side of a stranger's porch at 1am is years (if not decades) in your past.

This is another way that you and I are not very much alike.

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