I was wearing my Harvard Hockey T-shirt the other day when this kid came to my door selling candy. He goes "did you REALLY go to Harvard?" and I'm like "nooo...but I wish I had!"
I used to love people at the restaurant. "Are you in school?" "No, I graduated." "Really?" "Yes, you prick, I was magna cum laude and a national merit scholar, fuckwad."
Ok, so I usually don't throw the last part around. That would just be in my head.
Yeah... I'm "in town" all weekend... Should have a good time, although 2/3 of my party crew are sick and out of the show.
No worries. I'll always find a good time or make one myself. Good luck on being bad.
Northeastern. Jealous. Yeah. I think they're done banging outside my window, though they're still sleeping on the couch and working in the kitchen.