Feeds:Wednesday, Second Week, Winter Quarter
"That's where concepts go. In boxes. Okay." -Findler, 01/09/2005
On Monday I was getting on the elevator. The elevator had a sign saying "Out of Order". I found it amusing, right up until I plummeted to my death in a fireball of pain and irony.
Speaking of which,
B: "I'm a deserter from the battlefield of Love."
L: "You should join the battlefield of casual sex."
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