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DROPS A POST BECAUSE I NEED TO WAKE UP FOR CLASS IN 2 HOURS AND THAT IS THE TRUE COLLEGE EXPERIENCE
College is gross. That much has been decided on by Rick Sanchez, local delinquent and rabble-rouser. Who the Hell was up for this educational bullcrap? You go to college to get fucked up and get laid, son, and that's just what he was gonna do. Much to the chargin of his dorm-mates, of course, considering his near-uncanny ability to stay up for obscene hours and yet still ace all of his meaningless busywork. Also, the fact that he seemed to be the only guy in the school who could pull off a crop top didn't hurt matters.
So, when the man slinks out in the dead of night in some obscene XL-tagged jacket desperately struggling to not blow off his stick-thin body, one can only assume its for some sort of X-rated rigmarole. These suspicions could be confirmed when they find his ass placed down in some dewey-ass grass behind the dorm, packing a bowl with some much more illegal-looking grass.
Fuck. Bird Person always managed to hook him up with the good stuff. Not any of that skunk shit that ol' Rusty Venture used to sell him. Rick still swears up and down that shit was laced (and given his own...enthusiasm for drugs, it was a fairly safe bet, he figured).
Whatever. No time for inner monologue. Time to light up.
So, when the man slinks out in the dead of night in some obscene XL-tagged jacket desperately struggling to not blow off his stick-thin body, one can only assume its for some sort of X-rated rigmarole. These suspicions could be confirmed when they find his ass placed down in some dewey-ass grass behind the dorm, packing a bowl with some much more illegal-looking grass.
Fuck. Bird Person always managed to hook him up with the good stuff. Not any of that skunk shit that ol' Rusty Venture used to sell him. Rick still swears up and down that shit was laced (and given his own...enthusiasm for drugs, it was a fairly safe bet, he figured).
Whatever. No time for inner monologue. Time to light up.