No Friday class = Thursday nights of drinking.
Drinking = drunkeness = hunger, then home.
Drunk at Home = corndogs!
Unopened corn dog box + butcher knife (recently sharpened)
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Yet another law school blog, following a recent law grad carousing and criticizing just about everything under the sun
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If you don't look too closely, that almost looks like a dead bat in your toilet. A red one. Where the hell do you live that has these red bats flying around apartment bathrooms?
Funny you should say that. Although there is neither bat nor poo nor anything else but blood and bloody paper towels in the pot, there is a flock of bats that swarms around my building every night at dusk, and they often slam into my windows.
And there's a long-winded explanation to a brief and easy question.
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