I raided the free box in the dorm lobby. The goal was to put all the free stuff on and then head over to the Blue Goose to see how many toothless, gross men would STILL give me money to gamble and buy me drinks.
Off with the XL.
Yes, I know I look like an overweight elk-hunter here.
These long johns belonged to somebody's husband.
This shirt belonged to my housemate.
