PolkOut.com could really go for a burrito right about now!

Or one of those fish-shaped ice cream bars.

Unlike last week, this is actually one of those stories that begins with, "I was so wasted that I...".  I say some weird sh!t when I'm under the influence.  More next week along these same lines.

In other news, it seems people don't want to be my friend.  James and I, and to a lesser extent, our half-ass neighbor down the hall, planned a party for our entire floor.  That's right, free booze for our floormates, a sort of drunken bread-breaking.  Did anyone show up?  Hardly.  Free booze.  The hell does it take?  Do I have to stand outside my goddamn apartment wearing a f!cking Minnie Mouse outfit, giving out free handjobs and flapjacks?  Is that what it takes?

F!ck you people.

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