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Post-quiz, I stepped outside to "shoot the shit" as you youngsters say, and used my Geeks Who Drink supply box as a seat. What, you think I'm going to sit on the ground all willy-nilly? Ha! As soon as my small ass touched the top of the box, I heard a popping sound. I wasn't particularly trying to make my booty go clap, but these things happen. I didn't think anything of it.
Headed out, supply box in tow, hopped into a cab, box swinging low...and then it happened. The box gave way, the bottom hitting the floor and my cords, pencils, and answer sheets spilling all over. A mad scotch infused scramble occurred. Imagine, if you will, a hobo stumbling all over himself to pick up a bunch of cans he planned to redeem for nickels, his livelihood at stake. That was me last night.
After I gathered everything, I looked the box over. My sitting down had caused the hinges to break. Now I need a new box, some more scotch - What's that? It's only 12:46PM? Good thing I have two unopened bottles, then! - and James Bond themes to keep my spirits up. You only live once, Nancy. Unless your name is Ra's al Ghul.