BEHOLD as I turn a dull, everyday, dorm-hold item into a work of art each day. Except holidays.
Flight of the Conchords. A few nights ago. It was grand.
There was a now infamous fire alarm, and Bret went shopping in Dinkytown for wigs? At least that's what I heard. Regardless, he knows what it is. And that will go down in my book of cool.
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