Then judging by Frownland's admitted man crushes, Batlord better watch his backside.

You would have to know the history, Batlord loves the cock indeed. But who doesn't?

Do you?

well my car blew up so I bought a new one today

so see me crusin down yo streets baggin them sad boys and Gucci mane

Well yeah, of course, but the potential drama of getting involved with a married woman with two kids, and who is also my boss, is far more than I am willing to **** with.

This of course all goes out the window if the opportunity actually presents itself.

Went for a jog after almost two years with hardly any cardio exercise.
I threw up a little.

That's because you are detoxifying.

Wait, what do you mean your car blew up? were you in it when happened? was it parked and just spontaneously combusted?

Nah, I just smoke too much for a non-smoker.
But I guess you could call coughing a lot detoxifying.

Well apparently the RAs smelled weed around my room in the hallway, which is shady because I never smoke in the building which leads me to believe that they're victimizing me as a jazz musician. The rule goes that they have to search the room and they took my piece and cleaned up all of my empties, which was nice of them. Dry campus with a hard drug policy, so this might not end so well. I'm going to try to argue the case of not actually having anything on me and I think I'll be able to do it well. If they try to kick me out I intend on spitting in the messenger's face.