As a group consisting mostly of dudes rode their bikes up the ramp and faced a welcoming party consisting mostly of gals, the look on some faces assumed hilarious proportions. When they were too tired to say yes to going out, I tried to keep my evil laughter to echo across the building.
I met Latvian students who keep a stash of Balzams at home. I'm so glad I'm didn't ride a bike today.
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