Sep 15 2008
I asked myself a few questions before making this entry. First off. Are these girls hot? The second question. Does it matter? Third question. How old am I? Last question. Am I happy?
The answers. Some are hot but most are average. It doesn’t even come close to mattering because I’m damned near 30 and the thought of any drunk college girl is appealing to me. And I am happy but would be a lot happier sharing a beer with one of these blonds.
Let’s see. In 2005 I was in a roach infested apartment struggling to pay rent. These girls? Partying in Arizona with the other Kappa’s in hopes that they might find some stick. What a world.
More of why I miss college after the jump
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