Whether or not I’m going to hell for what I write is no longer at question, it’s just whether or not I have to take the stairs or elevator down there at this point. Therefore, I’d like to pass along some wisdom on College parties. They’re a lot like the deodorant aisle at a Walmart. They reek of axe deodorant body spray, fat people, and stale beer.
Stop in any bookstore, and you'll find dozens of guides to all the fine restaurants and museums that any given major city can offer you. What you won't find is a book on how to deal with the homeless. Clearly, we needed to fill this niche.