And also I'm not sure what it says that I remember more from drunkenly watching drunk people talk about history than I did in, like, eight years of gradeschool history class. Or as they liked to call it in Catholic school, social studies. And now I'm sitting here wondering if the pope was trying to keep all our little malleable minds away from books with the word history on the cover just in case we ever came across something that suggested that God didn't create the world in six days and then rested on the seventh. It was George Washington. And then he discovered America. And then I saw him at the Phillies game. And then I slept with Paul Rudd. Just kidding on that last part there. Still trying to bag that stud muffin.
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I was completely down until the guy vomited the cranberry and kept drinking. i felt that maybe the rest wasn't going to go so well.
they called it social studies in my public high school. not sure what they were trying to do there...
People in my office are staring at me because I'm crying of laughter.
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