mmm 40 night and donut holes
i hate being a scab, but when some scetchy guy is sitting in our social room nonchalantly and acts pompous when i ask him why he's here it do not make me happy. even if he IS a prospie, he could at least have said "hi" back when i said hello upon entering in my bathrobe. jerk or whatnot, it's not cool.
super. a fox hunt in the clackamas mall is prime English fun and imperialism in action.