We lost our first playoff game last night to a healthy, Greek-life oriented, individual who john forgot to cover at the arc. He nailed a buzzer beater and i wanted to drill my face into the wood floor. (Needless to say, we hate losing to Frats) We drowned our worries in the bottom of a plastic cup filled with cheap vodka and orangeade. Now I'm watching Jerry Springer which is airing the 1997 episode of "I'm pregnant by a Transsexual."
I hope someone finds this post more interesting than i do