So this is what Foster Shea looks like. And that's what we do at 4 am in the morning when the entire floor comes back intoxicated and not so sane, more often than not back only because all the parties in town have been busted by cops (Do notice the 2 very drunk boys in the background of the picture). Welcome to college life in a small town. No zouk, no mos, no attica, no arena, no clinic, not even the faintest whiff of an establishment like timbre. Just 200 sweaty bodies packed into the same house and getting high on keystone light.
Nasty really.
On an entirely different and unrelated tangent altogether,
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