So I went to the local sporting goods store and bought myself a pair of rollerblades. No, I needed something more mainstream and more importantly, acceptable to campus security, in order to get my kicks. I even broke into the basement of the clock tower in order to have all the time in the world to Jumar up a rope, from the inside, in order to get to the top of it. I stole the school blueprints in order to navigate the underground tunnels of the campus. I scaled the walls of the lab building to use the science department's telescope to look at the stars. Besides, I already did the Halloween, ten story, rappel off of A-dorm with a pumpkin on my head. I didn't know a damn thing about rollerblading other then it looked somewhat entertaining and seemed a socially acceptable way of getting an adrenaline fix.
It all started a long time back when I went out and bought a pair of rollerblades. I should provide you with the back story first and then ask you the question. Is it wrong to want to smash a coffee mug into some woman's wrist if it's for her own good? Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself here. Cure for the Bible Bump All that ganglion cyst needs is to put the fear of God on it.
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