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Tales From the Evil Twin!
So I was calling Zichard today, and I told him many a hilarious tale.
Tale One!
So, when I went to buy stamps to start my art battle with Zichard off, I asked the lady, "Can I buy stamps here?" The lady responds with a yes, and I proceed to wait to hear what my options to buy are. "Maybe I'll buy the most stamps, since I'll be using a lot," so I thought. Meanwhile, I continue to wait, and the post office lady continues to get more and more angry till I simply ask for one stamp. She takes my money, and hands me my stamp.
Tale 2wo!
There are many euphemisms for "getting drunk" here on my campus. For instance, take "getting shitfaced" or "getting fscked over." Now, let's look at those carefully. They don't sound fun, and my roommates didn't think so either. So when we went out to Sonics, we made fun of it. "Who'd want to get poop in their face?" "Let's go back to our room, and eat a lot of Warheads!" "Let's go get Warheaded!"
My roommates are cool, and they remind me of the Amoeba and Southside Tables.
Tale Three?
During my orientation trip, I was with some...friends(?) and they were asking me about my ethnicity, as always happens. After telling them I was Thai, someone said "You don't look Thai." There was a general agreement around the room. I suddenly had a thought, which I proceeded to put to these people. "Have you ever actually seen a Thai person?" There was a general agreement, that in fact, no one there had ever actually seen one, and proceeded to simply say that I was Hawaiian.
Tale One!
So, when I went to buy stamps to start my art battle with Zichard off, I asked the lady, "Can I buy stamps here?" The lady responds with a yes, and I proceed to wait to hear what my options to buy are. "Maybe I'll buy the most stamps, since I'll be using a lot," so I thought. Meanwhile, I continue to wait, and the post office lady continues to get more and more angry till I simply ask for one stamp. She takes my money, and hands me my stamp.
Tale 2wo!
There are many euphemisms for "getting drunk" here on my campus. For instance, take "getting shitfaced" or "getting fscked over." Now, let's look at those carefully. They don't sound fun, and my roommates didn't think so either. So when we went out to Sonics, we made fun of it. "Who'd want to get poop in their face?" "Let's go back to our room, and eat a lot of Warheads!" "Let's go get Warheaded!"
My roommates are cool, and they remind me of the Amoeba and Southside Tables.
Tale Three?
During my orientation trip, I was with some...friends(?) and they were asking me about my ethnicity, as always happens. After telling them I was Thai, someone said "You don't look Thai." There was a general agreement around the room. I suddenly had a thought, which I proceeded to put to these people. "Have you ever actually seen a Thai person?" There was a general agreement, that in fact, no one there had ever actually seen one, and proceeded to simply say that I was Hawaiian.
10:48 PM