PolkOut.com is reuniting the peninsula!

One window at a time.

James didn't really break the window, he just f!cked up his foot real bad.  But, hey, a broken window makes for better drama.  And his dream may not necessarily have been a battle between the North and South Koreans, but again, that builds tension.  It should also be noted that James is sitting behind me right now, staring over my shoulder and shaking his head in disapproval.

He would like me to add that I'm a filthy, lying, Jew.

Friday night was neat.  I took two of my Catholic buddies to a Halloween party run by the pseudo Jew club (all of the drinking, minus the prayer, the cuisine, the culture, and the rest of the bullsh!t).  Well one of them, dressed as the Pope no less, puked his goddamn guts out on the host's sink before proceeding to pass out in a large tray of Chinese food.  There's nothing like scooping up chunks of vomit with dirty dishes, trying to move as much as possible into a trash bag so as to not clog the sink--then using a plunger to unclog the sink that you tried oh so hard to keep from clogging while explaining to all the ladies that no, you have no idea who that sick dude is, you're just trying to help out the host. 

And, sh!t, sure NYU may not have any huge frat parties or keggers or stuff like that, but there's nothing out there that can compare to dragging your vomiting friend through the subway as European tourists stop and take photographs.  That's real, that's life.

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