Some of those girls look pretty hot, but I don't think I could stand a whole evening of hearing someone talk about Phish, horoscopes, and the guy she met who hand blows some really trippy pipes.You just described the years 1990-1994 for me. It was either this, or playing Risk in the Mac lab with my friend Ken and then getting Sheetz dogs, making 32-ounce screwdrivers, and mourning our lack of sex lives.
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posted by fallenposters at 10:13 AM on June 6, 2007