The corporate tax exam was a 3 hour typing contest. My goodness.
The semester is almost over. Tomorrow I will take my 24-hour advanced estate planning exam, which is my last final. This is more exciting than a McFlurry in July. Bam-chicka-wow!
I finally cleaned my finals-ridden apartment after my exam and then socialized with RJ and the Bretts.
We eventually end up at Brett #1’s apartment with Gumby and Gander in tow. Gumby is a random 22 year-old that Brett picked up in the bar, and Gander is one of Brett’s neighbors.
Gander lives near Brett #1 and was walking his French bulldog. We only ran into Gander because his bulldog decided that it HAD to go sniff the entrance for Brett’s apartment building.
Brett was all, “Who is this random hobo in front of my building?” and RJ was all, “HEY I KNOW YOU!”
So Brett invited Gander up, and his Bulldog inspected the apartment and promptly shat on the floor. Delicious.
The real entertainment of the night was watching Gumby hit on Brett #2, who is adorable, but painfully shy.
Gumby was crunk for Jesus1 and Brett #2 tried to say “GET AWAY FROM ME RANDOM SLIMEBALL!” in the most polite way possible. It went something like this:
Gumby: “I really like you.”
Brett #2: “Thanks, well, uh, but…”
Gumby: “Lemme me kiss you…”
Brett #2: “Um, no… you see, I am not interested, and…”
Gumby: “But my logic is undeniable.”
Brett #2: “Actually it is, you see, uh…”
Gumby: “THAT DOES NOT CHANGE MY DISPOSITION!”
Brett #2: “What does that even mean?”
Gumby: “Hey baby, hey baby, hay…”
Brett #2: “Where’s my shank?”
Best post-exam unwind ever.
1 Embarrassingly drunk.
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