the ivy towers come crashing down
to preface: last night i was in a car with 4 other people who had also gone to ivy leagues, and all but one were drunk:
columbia (the DD): harvard #2, shut the hell up! why are we listening to michigan fight song music? can we get some coldplay in here?
penn (the owner of the car): this car has four wheel drive, we should just totally cross the median island and turn around so we don't have to turn around later! *cranks up michigan fight song music*
me (harvard #1): ...i need water...and air...and new york blows
harvard #2: quick! i can't be that drunk! someone test me on something! what's 2 to the 9th power!
brown: can we get a muzzle for harvard #2 please?
5 comments:
AHAHA, and they say that we don't know how to drink...i was in the car once, coming back from a party and some guy was like, "so do they party at harvard?" btw, i also love it how in those contexts, we no long have names. we are merely statistics stamped by our schools.
Wow, that's great! haha.
Yeah... people always ask me if people have sex at Harvard... I'm like, I know people who constantly complained about dorm neighbors constantly having loud sex.
true that! I might as well have a crimson H stamped on my forehead for all eternity.
Sam J, don't you think that reply reveals more than you want it to? : )
P.S. This is. just. hilarious. Marion, if you're Harvard #1, you earned the title.
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