My Shit

So the girlfriend was trying to get some action on Friday night. She plans on leaving to go back to her apartment in The Haute to pack up more stuff on Tuesday. She analyzed each night of the week between Friday and Monday to describe why those would be "bad" nights for gettin' some. Monday was the best. It went something like, "Monday is bad because that's the day we get internet." I just about broke down. Only a Rose student would give up some lovin' for the internet.