Late last night I stepped out on the front porch for a smoke and heard what sounded like a mob coming down the street at my house. A group of a dozen students rounded the corner in their Halloween costumes, tanked, encouraging one another’s drunk asses that they were almost home. I watched all twelve of them trip and fall on a jog in the sidewalk, chuckled, and went back indoors.
It almost beat the time that the guy who called Chef a fag in that very spot turned around and got a tree branch in the eye, but not quite.
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