PolkOut.com is gagging!

We can barely stomach this sh!t.

I was walking back to my dorm with Alex and Mike after a night of intense club hopping (Korean Baptist Club, Taiwanese Club, Polish Club, Anime Club, Scifi Club, Christian Athlete Association...) when a poorly groomed and generally shady looking fellow offered to sell me the reefer.  Boy was I shocked, of all the places I could have been, to be offered drugs in Washington Square Park at 1 am, wowzers, my entire world came crashing down.  So I decided to make conversation with the man, find a topic I knew he liked to talk about and perhaps segue into the deleterious effects of drug use and distribution.   But then he pulled out his, well I'm not sure what he pulled out, the opposite direction seemed real enticing at that point.

How did my story end?  Did I survive?  Am I posting this from BEYOND THE GRAAAAAAAAVE?!  Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuun.  Well, stay tuned because the resolution to this exciting cliffhanger'll be in the next update.  Wow, now that's motivation to come back.

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