I Can't Believe I Stayed Up Till 3am for THIS...

GWII (Gulf War II) has started! I welcome a military draft – it might help me get ass. That’s right, last-time-I’ll-ever-see-you-sex… Its like pity sex but less pathetic, especially if you actually die. Which hopefully isn’t the case, but even if you do die, at least you got laid, right?

I have been at Villanova University for about 3 months now (a little less), and I have not yet been to a party on campus. I hear that they apparently do happen though, its just that nobody tells me about them, I guess its because I’m the new guy. That’s okay though, because, as I constantly remind myself, the lack of alcohol is really only going to prevent me from ending up on the oh so slippery slope to alcoholism…

I wish I were an alcoholic sometimes though. Everyone treats them with such pity, its got to be nice, plus, I bet you could meet some wild chicks in rehab. I mean they are willing to abuse drugs and alcohol, so they’ve got to be into some pretty kinky shit. At least you know that they aren’t the most morally upright people on the planet.

Who needs morals anyway? The Pope? Perhaps.

Which reminds me of one of the worst parts about being at a Catholic University, the anti-war chalk-graffiti. Instead of just writing fun stuff like “no war” or “Bush can lick mine” or perhaps even, “Sadama-lama-ding-dong, No More War, Smoke Your Bong!” We get such awful rhymes as “The Pope Says Nope.” Thank you sorority bitch for telling me what the Pope thinks, amazingly you give a damn what he says about war, but when you cluster-fucked 12 guys at a frat party last weekend, the Pope’s directives didn’t seem to come up….

Finally, the following link goes to my friend's lame-ass website - I told him I'd link it, and now it has been done:

Paul Crupi's Homepage

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