An Overheard Conversation
For those of you who do not know, this year I have the supreme misfortune to be living in the same suite as three first-year boys. (Counting the days until I'm out of here...) They are irritating and obnoxious in more ways than I can count, but also provide me with moments of hilarity. For example, a conversation that I just overheard through my completely un-soundproof door, as they're making spaghetti for dinner:
"Yeah, my sauce has weed in it."
"What?"
"My sauce has weed in it. And ground beef."
