FMOTQ
We went, we saw, we made-out. And we perpetuated an honorable Stanford tradition, getting wasted and kissing random people. Ah, that's amore! It was a lot of fun - good imitational bands, a completely lax police force, and those naked people who just seemed to be following me...but, back to Full Moon. A general apology goes out to Gabi. Apparently a few of our youngsters tried to take GLove a little too far and were violently rejected by the fortress that we know as our Writing Tutor. Sorry about that Gabi...Why can't we be together?...Never mind that. After the counting of assult charges, plus contracted STDs, John seems to be our winner with 32 dirty little hos, good job John. Sadly, however, for those of us with an IHUM paper and a mid-term this week, this wild night of lost morals came to an abrupt end. But, I will always remember that sweaty senior sorority sister who stuck her tounge ring down my throat, what bliss. Thanks Samantha, or was it Suzie? AH, what the hell, we were both too drunk to remember anyways. Now, that is what I call fun. Stay safe, wrap it up, and don't worry too much about your new case of Mono.