Monday, August 17, 2009

My Homeboys.

The Irish have arrived and moved into my dorm room.

There are three of them, all younger than 23 and on day 2 of a one year traveling expedition.

So far they live up to their reputation: drinking like sailors and swearing like troopers, but luckily they're still jetlagged and go to sleep nice and early. No snoring either.
Divine intervention.

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"And what does it live on?"
"Weak tea with cream in it."
A new difficulty came into Alice's head,
"Supposing it couldn't find any?" she suggested.
"Then it would die, ofcourse."
"But that must happen very often," Alice remarked thoughtfully.
"It always happens," said the Gnat.