Oh man, the events of last night were incredible. Let’s recount:
1) Kev gets pulled over… well, actually, asked to pull over by a cop standing in the middle of West End. Apparently, playing a little Ace of Base and driving 44 in a 30 is illegal. I guess I just didn’t see the sign.
2) Krazy Karl came down the hall after we’d gotten back and were sitting in the hall eating our bean burritos w/o onion. He smelled like a music festival. He proceeded to run down to the water fountain, against my warnings, and almost ripped the water fountain off the wall when he overshot his target. He gave us our end-of-the-year goodbyes, and he instructed us on the best kinds of tequila to buy. Don’t buy the cheap, colored kind. They’re just trying to f*** with you. If you’re going cheap, get the clear. He exited the hallway with an ironically poignant “F*** the Police!” and started down the stairs. As the laughter subsided, I looked up and said, “I sure hope he makes it down the stairs.” Thud. “Nope.” I laughed so hard I was wiping the tears away for the next couple of minutes… Oh what a brilliant evening.
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