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One night, after attending a particularly good party where I drank copious amounts of Goebel keg beer, I walked out of the party house and reached a point of indecision. To my left, a half-mile away, was the convenience store, a repository of food to appease my growing hunger. To my right, a mile away, was my dorm, where my bed sat. Decisions, decisions. Well my stomach spoke louder, and it whispered to my addled brain that we can take a shortcut through the football stadium, if we don't mind hopping a few fences. So off to the Stop 'N Go I skipped. Upon making my food purchase, I started for home through the stadium. Man, Astroturf is spongy. Man, am I tired! Sunrise found me, dew-covered, laying right on the 50-yard line with a bag chock full of Hostess Honey Buns. How I avoided a trespassing arrest (there was a football game later that day), I've never figured out.
Signed Mack
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