Feeds:Wednesday, Eighth Week
"You're not fine, you're sober. [mumbled:] Entirly sober."
So I was about to retrieve my bike from a pay-per-hour parking lot, and Icut through the Snitchcock quad to get there. As I come out of their quad to the corner of 57th and Ellis, I come along a group of them corrying large objects and and talking loudly (as, in my opinion, Snitchies are wont to do). One of them clearly says, "I hack sculptped carabou."
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