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If by some odd chance you didn't believe me about the bagel and cream cheese discrepancy a few months ago, here's photographic proof:
I'm going to give an anonymous tip to The Chronicle, Hofstra's newspaper. It'll blow the lid off of Lackmann's whole operation. Lackmann is the people that are in control of the food. They'll get what's coming to them.
The other day I pulled up behind a dark green Dodge Caravan with a vanity plate that said "SOUL MAN." So I thought to myself, "That's pretty cool, but on a minivan?" Then I decided to take a closer. I sped up to see who was responsible only to find a middle-aged white man with ear muffs. A "SOUL MAN" license plate belongs on a Caddy driven by a brother. Not some honky, ear muff wearing cracker.
I slept for 12 hours yesterday. Needless to say, I'm about as refreshed as refreshed gets. Isn't that fucked up? But in about 20 minutes I'll be in my Horror class watching Horror of Dracula, which is even more fucked up. Who are the administrative wizards that decided to schedule a Horror class at 9:00 in the morning in a tiny room with no ventilation or empty seats? I mean it's not so bad now because we're watching the faggoty camp horror movies. But later on, boy let me tell ya, jeez.
I finally have a new violin student today. That makes a whopping three. I call them them the Treacherous Three, after a rap group I used to be in. I hope this new student, I think it's a she, isn't better than I am. I don't even practice anymore. What's wrong with me? What kind of lie am I living?
Where's my this?
I'm going to give an anonymous tip to The Chronicle, Hofstra's newspaper. It'll blow the lid off of Lackmann's whole operation. Lackmann is the people that are in control of the food. They'll get what's coming to them.
The other day I pulled up behind a dark green Dodge Caravan with a vanity plate that said "SOUL MAN." So I thought to myself, "That's pretty cool, but on a minivan?" Then I decided to take a closer. I sped up to see who was responsible only to find a middle-aged white man with ear muffs. A "SOUL MAN" license plate belongs on a Caddy driven by a brother. Not some honky, ear muff wearing cracker.
I slept for 12 hours yesterday. Needless to say, I'm about as refreshed as refreshed gets. Isn't that fucked up? But in about 20 minutes I'll be in my Horror class watching Horror of Dracula, which is even more fucked up. Who are the administrative wizards that decided to schedule a Horror class at 9:00 in the morning in a tiny room with no ventilation or empty seats? I mean it's not so bad now because we're watching the faggoty camp horror movies. But later on, boy let me tell ya, jeez.
I finally have a new violin student today. That makes a whopping three. I call them them the Treacherous Three, after a rap group I used to be in. I hope this new student, I think it's a she, isn't better than I am. I don't even practice anymore. What's wrong with me? What kind of lie am I living?
Where's my this?
