This a real conversation carried on via texts between Ben and me. I'm writing it down because a) it's funny, bitch and b) I can't study anymore for this exam.
Me: i have 15 hours left and then i am free. But will... i... make it?
Ben: Will she escape the dastardly doings of demented douchebags?
Me: praytell, will she pass the profound pittances placed against her by petty and profligate professors and perchance partake in post-exam partying?
Ben: What wild wagnerian wil'lin out awaits when wednesday wrecks our week of willful waiting?
Me: a meaningfully and merry much: merited myriad of mirth, merlot and marauding, my man!
Ben: Sweet sacrilegious ceremonies! sipping such saucy sack shall surely send some silly sailors south!
Me: clearly! Calamitous carousing caters to craven and coarse criminality. Consequent course could curtail such craziness: celebratory cinema and candy?
Ben: Fascist! Further, future facing fans of frolocking fornication and fun find fresh fans, fast. F'real
Me: gibbering gimlet! Go get gone, green and gross galvanizer of good and gracious godesses. Geez!
Ben: Shit. Still sober, sadly sands suds. Studying, senselessly, sunlight, sense of self slipping slowly.
Me: this guy the article im reading keeps referring to is named gregory guy.
Ben: I have a student named danny distant. He never comes to class. Seriously.
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