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Thursday, June 16
THE NO-CAR-TILL-MONDAY BLUES
My car's in the shop because I severely broke my left rear tire. How? I don't know. I'm car-paralyzed until Monday.
So last night, as I was aimlessly wandering the house looking for something to do (if you picture that in your head, it can be VERY funny), I was thinking of what I could have been doing.
"I should call a couple pals and hang out."
Then I thought, "You know, it's too late to make plans now."
Then I thought, "You know, I bet a bunch of people are getting drunk right now."
Then I thought, "You know, I bet a bunch of people are having sex right now."
Then I thought, "You know, I bet a bunch of drunk people are having sex right now."
Then I thought, "Man, there are a lot of drinking games."
Then I thought, "There should be a drinking game in watching C-SPAN. That would be amusing to see."
Fast forward a couple hours, when I'm reading this fine textbook. It had a section on drinking games to have while watching C-SPAN.
For some odd reason, it really pissed me off. I was, like, "Jon Stewart's a prick."
But I love Jon Stewart.
This is a strange post.
To Warren grads: Best of luck. You'll need it.
THE URGENT GOMEZ HOT WATER CRISIS UPDATE: We have our hot water back. The Mixed Tapes strongly regrets informing you of this trivial bullshit.