Hey guys. Hope you guys all had a wonderful thanksgiving in your respective Ohio Cities (Cleveland, home of the burning river, which happens to be both a tasty beer and a horrifying reality and reminder of the city's pollution; Cincinnati, aka the Nasty Nati, which has survived both a crack shortage/war and a hurricane since I have been here; Columbus, home of the post-OSU Michigan Riot that inevitably takes place, win or lose, every year), East Coast States (New York's Long Island, which instead of Jersey is the actual excrement of NYC, no arguments Steve-O), Southern States (Missouri, which will forever be remembered as a Southern State for its role in the Missouri Compromise; Texas, where it is somehow legal to murder people so long as they have a. trespassed on your property and b. are either a minority or a foreign exchange student) and Far-off countries (Mozambique, which the more I look at this word, the more I think it would make both a svelte dance move and a verb signifying getting served [You just got mozambiqued, bitch!]; Malawi, where I am sure Matty is a particurly brilliant shade of sunburned red; Zambia, where Patrick has within the last five minutes no doubt insulted a poor villager but then quickly apologized, so the villager can no longer justifiably retaliate; Ukraine, whose thanksgiving meal seems to have consisted mostly of pork and featured Ali inviting someone to kick her ass by wearing her favorite t-shirt inside out instead of "cowboying up" and doing her laundry). That being said, I am sure all of you are still yearning for the yesterdays of the 421 Shennanigans (cheeky and fun, not hurtful meow) as I am. Why just the other day I insisted that somebody come to my apartment and cook a meal so good it was sexually stimulating but not bother to clean up the dishes and utensils they used to make it, but then I remembered that nobody makes Manicott(I) like Stephen Blakeney used to, and my insistence would only leave me feeling a little empty inside. Seriously tho, Steve-O, if I pay you will you just come cook for me? I am finding it hard to make time to cook often and end up eating 2 (two, which btw Matty is the normal serving for a HUMAN BEING) veggie burgers on a sandwich instead of the 5 course meal I am used to. I can't even fit a bucket of birthday cake ice cream inside my freezer, so I have to settle for the paper box. And don't even get me started about my chili withdrawal. Allright, thats enough waxing. Don't forget to write anything and everything on this blog, even if you have just a few minutes. It will make me smile and hate med school a little less (I don't really hate it, just during exam week). I leave you with a picture that should bring a tear of joy to all.
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