Arts Fest is like…
…coming home to a giant drunken bash that your roommate didn’t tell you about the night before a big meeting and finding that she is too shit-faced to help you clear everyone out so you hide in your room and hope that you can muffle the sound enough with a pillow to get the minimum amount of sleep you’ll need to be productive and not puffy tomorrow.
In short, Arts Fest, you may burn in the deepest part of hell.
Love and smooches,
Nick
state college a bit too wild?
Actually, it’s a bit more like the town is crawling with ancient alumni and parents with small children that cannot drive their old money BMWs and minivans or walk because they have no fucking clue where they are going.
run the fuckers over!
language!
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