We probably ship them off to college campuses to walk around during the first and last few weeks of the year.
Where the hot girls came from and where they went was one of the persistent mysteries of college life for me. In the first weeks of the fall semester, campus would be swimming in heavenly perfectly curved girl flesh and perfume and gaits that could drive a man to madness. But then, once the leaves changed, it was almost all gone. There were just the two or three cute ones with whom you had no chance to stare at through the winter. God only knows where all the other ones went.
Then, mysteriously, they would return in the final weeks of the spring semester. It's as if they were on some kind of migration pattern. I was never sure if the ones seen in the fall were the same as the ones seen in the spring. I picture these girls being placed on massive cargo ships and transported to the Southern Hemisphere during the colder months -- just thousands of them out there floating in the sea.
Oh, to be captain of that ship.
Ever have one of those days when you really, really want to see an over-the-top production of "HMS Pinafore?" That's the sort of day I'm having. I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I got a fever, and the only prescription is more Josephine.
Semi-related to that, there is such a thing as the International Shanty and Seasong Association.
Oh, hooray. That's comforting.
Why is the media so obsessed with panda sex?
Behold: AIMFight. I pit myself against Meaghan today (because hers is the only screen name I know*) and smoked her.
My score: 137,501
Meaghan's score: 12,330
In your face, Baron!
Good name for a band: The Italian Suppositories
Currently my favorite rap lyric: "Shoulda left it/ Feelin' sharp pains in my left tit."
*Of those people whose blogs are listed to the right.