Brains, sex make splitting up a very sticky business
Most Yalies detest the pretentiousness of Directed Studies. We kill brain cells by the keg-load. But to no avail; there are too many brain cells to kill. We're smart.
Well ... I got into Yale by some freak twist in the fabric of space time (ever see Brazil? That fly that swoops into the machine that causes a malfunction that causes death and tragedy – I think that same fly got me into Yale. I'm still waiting for the death and tragedy part.) But the rest of you, you're really really smart. Like scary smart.
My housemate just lifted a pencil with her mind. And then...
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