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Signs I’m Aging: Dorm Move-In Days

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It’s that time of the year, yet again, when a few thousand gooey, freshmen fetuses (fetii?) move into their dorm rooms. This process means that if you want to go buy something from Target, drive/park anywhere in this town, or want to walk around in peace, free from having to overhear the spewings of brainless Chads and Tiffanys, you might as well swallow a razor blade and hope it kills you instead. These damn zygotes are going to leave a bunch of umbilical cords all over town and are going to ruin everyone’s nice clean summer with all their afterbirth.

Hell starts up again on Placenta Monday.

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Wish I had a time-hoodie.

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Written by photokevo

August 19, 2011 at 12:41 am

Posted in Story Time

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