No Context, No Reward
I learned two things last night: God is a giant ear, and a "hook-up" is when you smuggle prison food out of the dining hall and back to your room, where you then try to make it a serviceable meal with whatever other materials you have on hand (for example, you take noodle soup and pour it into a bag of crushed cheese puffs and then put it under your pillow for ten minutes-- it congeals into a jail-house "burrito").
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For the record: Dave did admit last night that in many ways, I was manlier than he, but also reminded me that he could kick my ass(I don't think he has the balls to say it to my face sober).
i can kick your ass.
dave's a notably strong human being, but in my experience he's generally not a great fighter because he's more bemused than enraged. usually because he initiated the fight as part of some sociological experiment. as a result, he usually lacks the requisite killer instinct.
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