- most people in the room at once: 23
- % of pantsless chatters: supposedly 100%, as it was a requirement for the room, though I have my doubts
- my identity as a female was once again called into question
- Dr. Cranquis showed up and the crowd went wild. (y’all know he’s regular people, right?)
- there was lots of talk of brothels
- we formed a pretty solid business plan to pay off all our school debts: a brothel/bed & breakfast/booze joint that exclusively serves bacon for breakfast. It comes complete with a taco stand/minute clinic run by Dr. Cranquis in the parking lot.
- much discussion on how to acquire a sugar daddy. I believe I am first in line for sugar daddy dispensation, if we go by seniority (Cranquis is older, but he doesn’t count because he already has a sugar mama)
- chaos abounded as about 6 different conversations went on at once
- a “whose is bigger” glove-size showdown, won by everyone’s favorite black cloud, ERmedicine, who claims a very impressive size 9 sterile glove
- more explanations about sizzurp
- Lord Voldemort creeped silently in the corner.
If you didn’t join in, you missed out!
It’s more like every size 8 I have ever worn ends up with a hole somewhere
and yes: there are size 9s :)