How to lose your appetite for a year and a half.
I really love third floor Joss. I really do. However, there are three people in my room right now watching Youtube videos of people popping giant zits to the soundtrack of great 90s hits by Blur. Seriously guys, what the fuck?
Quotes include:
"Ew it just keeps going."
"Did they get it yet, I want to see!"
"It's coming out like a fro-yo machine."
"It looks like she's squeezing a frosting thing out of her back."
"Augggggh! She's using a spoon!"
"It's really funny, because it hits the other guy who's there."
"Oh! I've seen this one. It shoots."
If anyone runs into pools of vomit in the hallway, you will definitely know the culprit.
I hope everyone else spent their evening in a much more pleasant and undisgusting fashion.
Tiffany has yet to stop screaming. Noah wishes to remain anonymous.
I entirely blame Dustin Molina for this post.