It’s late nights like these

..that I’m grateful for the company of Frank Sinatra. Fly me to the moon, let me play amooong the staaars (8)

 

..and the occasional procrastination with Mob Wives. It’s a guilty pleasure.

“I wanna punch the f%&king screaming out of everyone.” This doesn’t even make sense, but it cracks me up.

 

My analogy of midterms: playing red rover and having the toddlers from “Toddlers & Tiaras” on your team and having the opposing team comprised of heavy-weight UFC champs.

 

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