Monica, Lane, Matt and I had a very deep conversation Friday night. And by deep I mean we talked about the possibility of the antichrist being a monkey—a really badly behaved monkey at that. Like the ones in India that steal children and shiny things from tourists.
But how would the antichrist-monkey communicate with its minions you ask? By voice synthesizer like Stephen Hawking. Lane expressed a wish that the monkey would wear people clothes. I also voiced my concern that the monkey should wear make-up.
So when I was sitting upstairs in the library tonight, I saw some hilarious graffiti. Scrawled on the desk was “I love sex.” And sex was scrawled out to say, “I love shitting in frat boys’ mouths.” I don’t personally have anything against the principle of fraternities (I even know a good kid that is in a frat). The fact that someone else is so spiteful and pissed off really made my day.