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amusing college anecdotes and adventures in klutz-land
Anecdote: The first question on the medical forms in the Health Center are whether or not said injury was sustained while drunk. Also the first question they ask, regardless of injury, is whether or not you are pregnant.
And can I just say, I just made the hardcore Walk of Shame? Because my toes are now retarded and bandaged together for the rest of my life, I can't properly wear flip flops. Usually you can hear me hobbling down the hall to the bathroom, slap sliiiiide, slap sliiiiide. But this time it was much more of a slap *crinkle*, slap *crinkle*, set to a steady background of Rachel and my giggles at the ridiculousness of the scene. We really wish I didn't suckalot and hadn't broken both our cameras. Because I really did look stupid. Bagfoot, they'll call me. And Bagfoot I'll be. FIN. 4:11 a.m., Tuesday, May. 03, 2005 |
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