Sometimes when I wear this shirt people will ask me if I went to Harvard. I usually reply "no, I just bought the shirt" or "yes, I took the tour, got the shirt and then left." Not once have I pretended that I'm an actual Harvard alum. Maybe I should. It worked that one time I lied and said I went to U.T.
Holy Shnikes, what a night I've had. What started as a low key chicken fried steak dinner followed by the Bears/Packers game turned into an impromptu trip to the emergency room and six stitches administered by a "physician's assistant" named Stoner. You can't make this stuff up, folks. Everyone's OK, by the way.
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