Thursday, the 22nd
Today
marks my official retirement from class…it has been a great ride, I have
learned a lot, but lets be real, vini vidi vici, I got my 3 units…peace. No Robert, no thank you. Anyways, on my retirement day, I did attend
the lecture. This same fat lecturer who
sweated quicker than Ron Jeremy running a marathon…shit was gross. I see here in my notes that at the end of the
day I wrote “Sparknotes was better than your fat-ass.” Gabe agrees, you blow man…YouTube videos are
cool if the videos don’t suck and are not of a lady singing for 8 minutes. Maybe its not your fault Michelin Man, but
the way you teach James Joyce even made Zeke the Sneak pass out…as I have said
earlier, take a step back and evaluate your career, maybe the job at the hair
salon was a better choice…I digress no more
I
did write a paper today…Mom, I was in the library for a long time, and from
about 4-10, I cranked out an essay on the Gaelic Athletic Association. Damien, stutter dude, dramatic pause man,
Liam…take note, if you lecture on something interesting, like sports, people
might listen to you. Zeke, I know you
like water sports.
Zeke,
funny I should mention your name, as you possibly remember none of the
remainder of the night, just like you forgot everyones name as well. Folks, if you can’t tell by the clues…Zeke
had a little too much sauce tonight…kid was schmammered.
Stop
1, The Bailey. Live music was great as
always, the Otis Redding + My Girl mix is still good, even the 4th
time. Anyway, you stopped making music,
so we bounced. An Brog next. Pit stop at the pay phone, called the bank,
looks like they broke my ATM card…mistyped my pin, and can’t fix it on the
phone, thanks Wells. Whatever…sorry Dad,
bar takes card…maybe I will reach that credit limit.
At
this point, Zeke was sippin on double digit drinks…and while tall Zeke, you
aren’t the biggest dude, alcohol soaks in quick. While I was on the phone, you managed to
spill a man’s drink, barf in 2 pint glasses consecutively, put your finger in
Aaron’s face for ten minutes at a time, and after being escorted out, insisting
you should go back in. Lock it up Zeke,
youre out of control. And Kate, your man
is the man, not just cuz of The Will Power, but for serious. He walked Zeke home (props to you too
Amelia), and if it weren’t for the pony tail, Aaron did everything but hold
your hair-back Zeke. It still confuses
me why you didn’t use the trash can, but who am I to judge…you were
hilarious. Lacey has your photo if you
want it.
While
you barfed up your last 6 days of food, I sobered up on some bread…I don’t
think it did anything, but it subsided the drunchies. Aaron, you look like you got it covered,
Zeke-a-Leak sleeps sitting up. Good night
Zeke, good morning hangover.
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