Tonight, an exam violated me in ways I cannot describe. It seems my countless hours of studying had no significant effect on the outcome of that exam. Oh well, what is done is done. To compensate for this horrible exam, my friends and I decided to head over to a local bar, Morty's, for their wing night. I ended up ordering 12 wings, after coaxing from one of my friends, and a beer, Coors Light. After considerable forcing down of both beer and tumorous chicken meat, I finished the meal. Feeling a little tipsy, perhaps from the hunger I was feeling from having an exam at 7:30, we left.
There's nothing like drowning your sorrows in beer and deep fried, possibly cancerous, chicken.
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