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Backdoor - 4/6
Backdoor - 4/6
april 6, 2012
Good God, I love escapism. We, the youth of the 21st century, we princes of Maine, we kings of New England, have the unique opportunity to turn to a plethora of mind-garbling forms of entertainment in order to completely shut the brain down. Life is hard. Thinking thoughts all the time? Tiring. Over it. Give me shitty television and give it to me now. I mean, have you ever smoked weed, eaten Chips AHoy and then not watched shitty television? Seriously, its not even fun. Dont get me wrong, I like good television too (lookin at you Game of Thrones) but for every episode of Downton Abbey I watch there are about three episodes of Dance Moms and the Voice sprinkled intermittently. Im not gonna lie, peers, Ive seen, like... 8 episodes of Keeping up with the Kardashians. Shameful, I know, but sometimes one can become insecure about ones own intelligence or life accomplishments, and sometimes, its nice to turn on the TV and think, Hey, at least Im not that (lookin at you, Teen Moms). Schadenfreude, yall. Shit works. Mob Wives, anyone? So, heres to you, shitty television. You, and you alone, are always able to distract me when just thinking about all the things I have to do is enough to give me a panic attack. I am eternally grateful. Cheers!
You: Heroic referee Me: Wanting to break some rules You: Josh Dinn Me: Not Annie Gustavson
You: Sitting behind me. Me: Wondering if you could possibly breath less loudly? Lord.
You: Redhead saucy mama from Tokyo. Me: Wondering if youd like to see my Samurai sword? You: Pretty fly Me: Feelin high You: Freshman from New Orleans Me: Not a Saints fan, but love Super Dome You: Sexy and Savvy Sax Player Me: Wishing you would blow my horn
You: Possess a penchant for flanged swords Me: Longing to be ensconced in your pommel You: Struttin in them boots. Me: Bikin behind ya.
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It was a Wednesday night unlike any other... The hail had melted, the sun had escaped from its cloudy prison, the mud had accumulated, and enough alcohol had arrived at the Albany quadrangle to whet the whistles of LC seniors and their professors. It was not an event for the faint of heart. Only the few, the proud, the truly meritorious braved the crowds, each of them hoping to engage their academic mentors in such a wonderfully colloquial setting. Seizing upon an opportunity like no other, the Backdoor dutifully positioned itself in the center of the action. We fretted, scrambled and stood around awkwardly in hopes that we might be able to find answers to the questions that have plagued students for centuries.
NO ONE SHOULD MISS OUT ON THE AWESOMENESS OF ADVENTURES CLOSE TO HOME. SERIOUSLY, YALL, THIS SHIT IS GOING TO BE OFF THE HANDLE. BE THERE AT 4 PM, YO! LEST YOU BE ETERNALLY DEEMED A LAME-O
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All farticles written in the Backdoor are jokes. Funny jokes. Dont take them seriously because they dont take you seriously. Seriously. Oh, wanna do a comic or shower us with compliments? Contact Erin Ruprecht or Marcia Belsky.