OK gentlemen with your suburban lives, homes, and ethnically manicured yards. Try this one on for size. I'm 30 years old, I dislike my job, live in a great neighborhood (no bullets or methlabs), and have homework assignments. I drink for the pleasure of the substance not to get drunk and openly mock my former friend malt liquor... such sadness all the times I don't remember. I hang with the grumps and the skeezers and linger in libraries.
The best thing to happen as of late... What does one in his early 30's truly need? A formal event. And not just any, being students of the iSchool we can not simply have a formal event. We are having an iProm. That is correct I said "iProm" bitches. So grab the closet lovely with her hair in a bun and overdue stamp and dance the night away as if no one had ever heard of Dewey.
Yes, I am on the Prom Committee and I already have a date.
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Hey, what is the theme for the dance? Something appropriately early 90's?
Just play the soundtrack to Singles.
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