Monday, July 27, 2009

The things we learn on summer break.

Coming home and being illicitly drunk in front of your family? Hilarious.

Waking up the next morning and being illicitly hung over in front of them? Horrendous.

Living at home is stellar. Woo.


me said...

awesome. My mom used to make fun of me in the morning when she knew I was hung over...

Random Esquire said...

Oh, man. You have my greatest sympathies.


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...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson