If a four year undergraduate degree were a marriage I would be screwing my blonde 24 year old secretary. Using this scenario, I have reached sixth-year-and-three-hundred-and-sixty-fourth-day and have plans to take out a payment program on a 2004 Porsche Carrera GT. Unlike the first year itch which came with a medicated cream, the is no relief for the discomfort of the third year itch. For some, this phenomena is characterized by a desire to leave hearth, home and textbooks behind to find freedom in the form of a treehouse in a British Columbian redwood forest and refuge in the arms of a strapping yet sensitive lumberjack named Pete. Symptoms include a limited attention span and the swearing vocabulary of syphilis ravaged sailor on leave.
Save me Pete.
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buy the porsche, you'll feel better.
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