This is a story about an apple that fell from a tree. Not far, might I add.
Tomorrow Mom and Bob are coming to Athens for the annual Parents' Weekend, where my fellow sorostitutes and I will go to a dinner we couldn't otherwise afford and then burn off the calories by laughing at our parents' dance moves.
When discussing with Bob what he should wear to said event, I explained, "Maybe a suit if you want but slacks and a jacket would be fine too."
At which point he responded, "I could wear my tux. If you want to see what 10 pounds of shit looks like in a 5 pound bag, I could wear that for you."
Do we all see now where I get it from?
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