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...starry-eyed youngsters come to Harvard, still high on the rush of receiving their thick envelopes in the mail. Don’t get me wrong, I simply love spending my Saturday night with a kid smart enough to win the National Spelling Bee. Except when she comes back shit-faced from her first ever final club outing, only to puke all over my brand new rug. FML. Can you spell that, little one? Oh, and of course I’m totally into the number droppers—the ones who find the need to casually bring up their...
...bird pooped on your hair, and that on March 14, 2009, a bird pooped in your beer. Some cultures think that bird poop is a sign of good luck. Anything lucky happen recently? SBB: Ummm...I don’t know if I see any correlation between bird shit and luck. But I feel like a lead a pretty lucky life. I hope I’m not jinxing myself and I don’t get hit by a car right now. [Pause] That was a waste of good beer. 8. FM: In 2002, you graduated from UCLA with...
...bold nonetheless). She’s an incredibly talented vocalist, and she’s unapologetic about her passion: “I’ve been writing songs for as long as I can remember. Some of them make me happy and some of them are shit, but all of them come because I can’t imagine what else to do with my head and the things that are in it besides write songs...
...sand, or “footing,” which is looser than most other indoor fields. Mid-way, Nick gets out of the car to swiftly scoop up a pile of thick excrement. The next team T-shirt, he thinks, should say, “We Scoop Shit...
...event, in excruciating detail.Within the first five pages, Boice has already delivered something more gruesome than banal. Grayson Donald has hanged himself from a basketball hoop: “His lunch has already made its way through the intestine and colon and now takes the form of hot brown shit cooling in the sagging seat of his Hanes boxer briefs. A hard-on protrudes from the crotch of his cargo pants.” It is November 2, and he’s been swinging by his neck all day. From this sort of morbid fascination, Boice?...