(Feeding ducks + rolling down hills + jumping in stick-filled leaf piles) > (playgrounds*stolen sweatshirts) Thanks for making me a little kid for a day again.
What's going to happen when you hit the army, and the rest of us run smack dab into college? ... Too far away. Stall and kick until then, motherfuckers.
Senior isn't so bad after all. As long as you start the morning with good, sugary conflict.