Hi guys! Sorry I haven't bombed your looking holes with joke words in a week, but I've been really busy bro-hammering all over the place lately. I spent three days in the mountains in New Hampshire with my college buddies, which, for more information on that sort of shit, please see here. A lot of that time was spent realizing that out of like ten plus dudes who all went to a drunk college in the northeast -- some of whom are like engineers and doctors and professional burrito makers -- no one knows how to roll a joint. So... I guess education really works?
Couple things that are NOT on the List, although you think they might be: Wiffle Ball. Running up a mountain. Ping pong. Looking at the stars on a clear night in the mountains and contemplating our place in the universe. Grilling meat. Farting chicken wing vapor into each other's faces for twenty four hours straight. Being a decent, regular human being.
Haha, just kidding. All that shit is on the List, but, you know, I enjoyed all of it anyway. Does that make me some sort of gay racist? Some sort of bro? I suppose the answer to all of those questions and more is nhhhhh.
Couple things that are NOT on the List, although you think they might be: Wiffle Ball. Running up a mountain. Ping pong. Looking at the stars on a clear night in the mountains and contemplating our place in the universe. Grilling meat. Farting chicken wing vapor into each other's faces for twenty four hours straight. Being a decent, regular human being.
Haha, just kidding. All that shit is on the List, but, you know, I enjoyed all of it anyway. Does that make me some sort of gay racist? Some sort of bro? I suppose the answer to all of those questions and more is nhhhhh.
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