My younger brother, a freshman on Dartmouth's lacrosse team (go Big Green!...), has a few games in Connecticut this weekend, and today he texted me as he was traveling through New Haven:
"Psst... bring copious amounts of booze to my hotel room tonight."He knows so much, and yet, so little.
"I'm unfortunately kidding, I'd be booted from the team, but wow loving the willingness, real top notch stuff."
"What are alcoholic older sisters for?"
"To easily and inconspicuously poison, thus ensuring a vast inheritance."
|I don't know how this is related to me either.|