And now we just spent an hour with a drunk Bryan. He was picking fights, smoking cigars, hitting on african american women, and talking about $20 the right way and $20 the wrong way. We got some more pretty funny quotes too, but now he’s gone. I don’t know where he went, but he’s gone. Something about Brittany Apartments, but I think he meant he’s going to see Brittany, and he lives in Nittany Apartments, but he said he was going to the BJC so nothing made any sense. That’s good Bryan. You just keep living that dream. I on the other hand am finally going to bed. 4 hours too late. Hopefully I’ll be up early enough to watch the game tomorrow. Hopefully.
What I’m listening to right now: Silence