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I got a welcome to the show. I got a story to test. It's about the wicked fashion. About the boat. Before we got both. I'm not gonna give all the details. Before you sit into each short. So put on your buttons. Put on your butt on each full. I can tell you something. We all got something to eat. And a place of chicken, motherfucking wagon. You can get the egg and cheese sandwich with a sausage, a bacon, or ham. And why you win? And why you win? And why you win? And it's won go with this. Brilliant. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I gotta welcome the each show. Yeah. Honey bitch! It's good you mama! It's a woman! Oh frog! Raya! Raya! I've got a fire! On the way to Vegas! Hony Dody! I want you! I want you! Eat up! I'm like a beat up! Good dog! Gotcha! Gotcha! Running that kid on the floor! Welcome to the eat show!

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Zooby Zooby Zoo! Zooby Zooby Zoo! Zooby Zooby Zoo! Zoo Zoo! Do too da Bla tee pa.

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You guys ever watch Mad Men? There's a scene in it with a main guy, you know, the main advertiser guy that everybody knows. The actor with the dark hair that kind of looks like an older Superman. He's got this new girlfriend, and she just she does this dance. I think it might be at their engagement party or something that has to do with him. Maybe she has a party or they have a party at their house, and he's not sure that he wants to be serious with her. And she does this performance of like this French song, Zooby Zubie Zoo.

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I think it's with a Z. Zooby Zubie Zoo.

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You know, I don't know if it's about wanting to go to the zoo, you know, or she likes bees at the zoo. Zooby, Zoobie Zoo, whatever it is. Of course, the word means something else in a foreign language, right? I mean, I get that. But she is friggin' a smokestack, and she's like dancing in front of the party and just singing to, you know, her boyfriend, who's the main character. I know everybody's like, oh that's fucking, you know, Phil Donahue, whatever the guy's actor's name is. Because I do all this shit on the fucking off the dome. I can't think of his name right now, but great actor, the madman actor that won all the awards every year. He was in fucking the town, and he's in fucking Fargo now. Good actor. Good actor. Not my favorite actor, but a good actor. He was great in Mad Men for sure. And that show was great. You know, just about men who worked in fucking advertising or high-end exec roles where they dress up every day, smoke cigarettes in the fucking office, and have client meetings and drink their faces off and just fucking scam and cheat on women all the time. I mean, that's pretty much the show. You know, and the wives stay home and know they're being cheated on and hate their lives. But the advertising business is sort of the premise of the show. Mad Men! The old school like businessman that has no respect for women and like just fucking cheats, smokes, drinks, and fucking does drugs.

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That's the show. But this song, Zooby Zooby Zoo, mm-mm mm-mm. Do you like bees in the zoo?

SPEAKER_01 4:47

At the zoo? But she's just fucking a sexy hot girl, and she's dancing at this party singing this song, and he doesn't really like love her yet, or really like her, but then he's like, holy shit, man. The fucking zooy zooby zoo dance routine has got me fucking thinking, holy god. There's another guy that's at the party that works with him. And he fucking falls in love with her right then, just because of how fucking of a s how much of a fucking smokestack she is. You know, it's just imagine you're at a party and you fucking whoever hosts it, the the girl of the fucking husband or the the boyfriend just starts dancing in her fucking dressed up, you know, sexy outfit and starts singing and dancing, and she's singing on her own to this fucking zooby zooby zoo song.

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You're like, what the fuck is going on? Zooby zooby zoo.

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Eekshow, eekshow, eekshow, d. I'd fucking do that for the eekshow, big fucking party. Instead, we'd reverse it. My wife's there, but I do the dance. I dress up in a fucking like rustling fucking suit. Just throw my fucking fat squeezed in. Just start dancing around. Eekshow, eekshow, eekshow, dee dee, dee, dee. The women would be just fucking sterile. Oh my god! Look at how the fat stretches the fucking material! Eekshow, eekshow, eekshow, dee, dee, dee, dee. Fucking Christ. Everybody's just fucking throwing up. They fucking gotta get out of here, man. This is gross! Fucking my wife and I clean up fucking vomit the next fucking 12 hours. Like, how's your party, eekshow? Uh I did the zooby zoopy zoo. Uh, I apologize. I did the eekshow, eekshow, eekshow dancing. Girls are fucking throwing up. Guys are fucking just running out of the house. They're so ashamed that I they called me their friend. Yeah, thanks. Thank you. Thanks for stopping out of your own parking spot, you fucking dink. Fucking Cadillac CTS, fucking cucka tit suck. Just another morning, man. The zooby zooby zoo song inspired me. Zooby zooby zoo. Mm-mm. Eekcho eekho eekcho. Alright, I'll stop the bit. Today's episode is a story. It's a story from college. I'd like to give props to the zoo. Snow. I had a buddy, freshman year, that I will admit he inspired me to go with the podcast idea. He's the one who really pushed the podcast idea. I had other friends that also talk to me about doing something creative because of how fucked up I am. I mean, that's really what people think. You know, I'm not fucked up. I think it's intentional what I do. I'm very willing to fucking cross that line. I'm very willing to be creative in a fucking weird way that can be judged. I mean, that's the difference between people that do things and that don't do things. Either you're in that dance circle fucking doing the fucking windmill, even though you don't know how to do it, or you're outside of it making fun of the person inside the fucking circle, right? And usually you're outside the circle making fun of the person in a circle for two reasons. One, you don't have the guts to go into that circle for whatever reason. You're not willing to show off that you are a good fucking performative person that's funny, can dance, can't dance, right? You're just not willing to go in there and show anybody, so you you lack probably courage, or you you're like, I don't want to show these people that I don't know, or I don't want to show people because I'm embarrassed, or I'm just timid. I need fucking drinks. I've mentioned that in past episodes. Liquid courage. Oh, liquid death. Or you'd like to judge and never do anything, right? You you don't know how to dance, but you don't want to try. You know, you just want to make fun of somebody and feel better. To be honest, that part of the each show is every time I'm making fun of somebody, every time, every person that I rip on, the people that park, what they're wearing, how they look, it's literally entertainment. I don't know these people. I'm not actively trying to get to know them. I would never talk about them or insult them to their face. I wouldn't be mean to them. I'm doing it because I know it's funny. It it has I have no feeling about it. It's I understand how being a certain character is funny, and I'm able to envelop that character into my personality. I don't like being in traffic. I don't like watching people dressed in fucking biker fucking equipment, you know, people, these adults that ride fucking adult males that ride fucking bikes like it's their living. I I don't like seeing fucking guys that look like hardows going to the gym. All of it's sort of based on reality, but it's a fucking it's to joke. It's to joke around. So, in short, the person that inspired the podcast idea, Zuchimama, you're out there, brother. He brought it up to me a while ago. I mean, it was a long time back now. Maybe, maybe in the early part of the summer of it might have been the summer of 2025. That might have been it. The idea came about maybe in the spring or summer of 2025. You know, and it formulated over the rest of the year into the beginning of 2026, which is now! That's this year! November 5th, 1955? Yes! Is it hot? No, it's cold, damn cold. This sucker inches 38 miles per hour. You're gonna see some serious shit. Look me up when you get there. Indeed, I will. Back to the Future, all-time great movie. This particular person who, when we were younger in college, he however his look was, he was a combination of two people: George Costanza and Snow, the rapper. He looked like Snow because of his glasses and sort of his hair. He just looked like Snow a little bit. So we started calling him Snow, but he definitely had the temperament of Costanza in the best of ways. The kid is fantastic. You know, fantastic then, fantastic now. The story certainly has him in it, but he was in a fraternity, and this is our freshman year. And his house, okay, they had this uh particular annual celebration. They called it reggae bash. Somebody asked me the other day, like, have you ever thought of doing your own reggae band? Because you fucking drill it when you imitate it. Jesus Christ. Fucking Jamaican magic. Jamaican magic, you making magic, eek show magic, Jamaican eek show magic. I ain't making magic. I don't know how to do Jamaican music, but I respect it. I love it. I love the flair. I love it. I love that style of music, man. I love the fucking bop beat and the fucking bumpa don't bumba. It's called Ray J Bash, annual celebration, okay? And this is the same fraternity that when I was a freshman, like one month into school, maybe month and a half, that for Halloween, the entire fraternity house, all the brothers dressed up as cows. Okay? For me, going to a party as a freshman, 18 years old, being on campus, being out and about for Halloween, and going to a fucking fraternity house that's fucking packed with girls and guys, girls on Halloween. Need I say more about that? Do I need to say anything more? Especially in college. Do I need to say anything more? Do I need to expand for each show audience? I don't think I do. I don't think I do. Respect all you ladies out there, but on Halloween, the inhibitions, okay, they seem to fly right out the window. The the uh the fantasies of what you've ever wanted to dress as, they all come out. They all come out, right? I mean, that's just a fact. Halloween, okay? When you're in high school through fucking early 20s, I advise you to not have a girlfriend and go out and find Halloween parties. Just go to major events with Halloween parties because the girls just they go all out. And I'm telling you, they're not always dressed in fucking blankets. I'm just telling you that now. That's not to be rude or not to be old man gross. That's just to be factual. It's actual and factual that girls dress scantily clad on fucking Halloween. So, we're at this fucking event, again, the same house during Halloween, that the whole brotherhood was dressed up as cows. I'm like, okay, this is cool. You know, I wasn't able to rush as a freshman, not at our school. You could rush. Um, and I don't mean rush up the middle for fucking 35 yards, another eek show first down. I mean rush is sort of the verb they use when you're trying to get into a fucking brotherhood of fraternity. And uh it's a it's a process, you know. You you gotta get offered a pin and then you go through pledging. It's all a bunch of bullshit. It's all fucking history and learning and being hazed, it's all a bunch of fucking fun bullshit, usually. Some houses take it too far, but I did rush. I was in a fraternity, it didn't end up being this particular house, but my buddy who I really love and one of our other buddies, honey bitch, were both in the same house. And prior to them being in this house, this house was known for two things. One, just girls galore always around their house, always around and involved with their brotherhood. And it's, I hate to say it, but the sororities with just fucking hot girls in it. You know, it's just fucking fact. And then the second part of them is they had this big annual summertime party. It wasn't in the summer, but towards the end of the year, called Reggae Bash. I don't remember if they had an actual reggae band, but they played awesome music, especially freshman year. I don't even know if the reggae bash lasted until we were seniors. I know it's probably not a thing anymore. I certainly don't know much about fraternities, you know, at all anymore. I don't even know if this fraternity was on campus a couple few years after we graduated, let alone fucking all this time later. It's been a long time since graduated college. But I'll tell you, this guy that fucking looked like Snow, okay, infama, he used to tell us about the reggae bash and then we'd want to go. His name was Zucchi fucking Snow In Fama. This guy used to wear purple and look like Dino. Love you, Zucchi mama. Riggae bash, okay? We went there as freshmen, and I had a couple buddies from high school visiting. Fucking limpy lampa and fucking ugh. Great buddies, still love him to this day. They fucking, I think they slept on the floor of my my fucking open double with Wanka, who fucking was the fucking messiest, sloppiest kid I ever met in my life. He'd keep all his books on the floor, which adds to the story. So, long story short, the same house that's known for having fucking hot tail at their house and dressed up as cows collaboratively as an entire brotherhood on Halloween, which to me at that time, it's just awesome. Anytime you do a group Halloween costume, it's funny. But as an 18-year-old in college, the entire house dressed up as cows with a massive party going on, girls all over the place, beer, drinks, you know, up on the fucking hill. Just incredible. Incredible. So this reggae bash was hyped, and I think it might have even been around the same day as like Tribe Called Quest was at a block party. It was in the same time frame of the block party on South Campus, which is also an annual tradition that I don't know if happened it happens anymore. Maybe it does. I hope it does. When the block party happened for us, it was Black Sheep and Tribe Called Quest. I mean, as a fucking freshman. Incredible. Incredible. Who's a black sheep? Where's the Eek Show? I'm gonna get another episode of the Eek Show. This is Eekshow.show, by the way. So we're at the end of the year, freshman year. My buddies are visiting. Okay, there's a guy that lives on our floor. I'm not gonna try to insult him a ton, but he really hadn't gone off the rails, is my guess, back in high school. He hadn't been around having full freedom and being able to maybe drink alcohol or do whatever he wanted. And he just consistently would go nuts. He would drink too much and just piss in the hallways and just do things that were crazy. We definitely called him sloth. Okay, that's the truth. I will say that. I don't know how to be mean, but nice kid overall, from a local town. I did befriend him out of school, I think, just because of college, you know. He wasn't someone I definitely looked down upon or look up to, but he was definitely he didn't handle his alcohol well. And it doesn't matter. It's fucking so long ago, nobody's the same person they are than they were then they are now. There's nobody is, and it doesn't even fucking matter. I've never used names, but this particular person was known for doing fucking drunk crazy shit more than most people. You know, honestly. There was a couple others that like tried to fucking kill people and beat people up. They would piss on fucking people's beds. You know what I'm talking about, honey big. Right? So again, it's really focal to these two guys because two of them ended up being brothers in this house later in college. But this is freshman year, we're all kind of boys. Our floor, okay, really became buddies, and we're good friends with a few others from other floors. So we always hung out. There's a bunch of people visiting for this fucking reggae bash, not just my high school buddies, but everybody's there. Whenever the event happens, I'm not gonna overexplain the event. It's what you think of a fucking college fraternity party at like one of the probably one of the best houses on campus socially at that time, that freshman year, in my opinion. Could have been better houses, better stories, doesn't fucking matter. It was just a massive fucking everybody goes, your first year of college. These guys, I mean, right? There's plenty of people that are going that are seniors, juniors. I mean, sophomore, junior, and senior fucking college girls with freshmen. If you're in college, it doesn't even fucking matter anymore. Everybody's at the same party and having a blast. And the music was hip-hop and reggae. It was fucking awesome. And I think they did have a reggae band and a um bamba, each okay, rumba. I just don't remember if it was an actual real band or maybe it was just a local fucking city band. No, Ziggy's wagon, fucking Zigwitch! Everybody who's out there fucking knows my buddy fucking would pre-game with a slice of pizza while he waited for his Zigwitch. Fucking Zigwitch with sausage. What a dream come true after like fucking two in the morning on the fucking street. Ziggy fucking Zigwitch. Yo, Ziggy is a piggy, but he fucking made good sandwiches and fucking sold slices of pizza. You pregame on a slice of fucking cheese as you wait for your fucking zig witch with fucking sausage and double extra cheese and fucking cheese fries. Hey! And I win it fucking hot! My dad sneaks his way in there. Fucking pig witch. The party occurs, it's late night. People are going home to the dorm, getting food, getting ziggitches. At different times, this was a fucking wagon, a late night food truck called Ziggy's. Okay, fat guy that looks like the fucking comic book guy from The Simpsons. Was ended up being like a fucking drug dealer. Legend. You know what I mean? I don't give a fuck what he did. He made fucking bread. Sandwiches where nobody else was open with food and fucking sold pizza slices and cheese fries. To me, I want them in my fucking will. Okay? Each show will, fucking Ziggy is at the top of the list. Maybe my family, dogs, and then Ziggy. And fucking the fucking entire brotherhood of this fraternity dressed as cows on Halloween. I wish they would have dressed as aliens. Fucking spilled like toxic waste all over them and glowed with black lights. Oh fucking skin melted off. I'd be like, no man, it's the sickest Halloween group costume I've ever seen. They're all fucking melted aliens. Fucking fraternity closes down after that because all of them fucking die. Jesus Christ. No, I'm kidding. That didn't happen. Great Halloween idea though. Fucking toxic waste aliens. Good idea. If you want to fucking put that in your fucking notebook of Halloween ideas. Reggae bash! All kinds of fun going on. Late night. Okay? I don't know when it happened, but this particular guy I mentioned, this sloth guy. Okay? Always off the handle, always very uncouth. Not fucking a model, you know? Not a model. Big, tall, kind of lanky looking fucking mutant. So it's too, it's too much. I'm I'm if you're out there and you hear this, you were nicknamed sloth within like the first two weeks. I I would I know you liked it, but you you had to figure out. They're not nicknaming me like King or or fucking prince or um Elvis, you know, like your nickname was Sloth. You had to think like, okay, Sloth means the ugly mutant guy from Goonies or someone who's moves around slow and gets too fucked up. You're a sloth. You know? It it doesn't represent something you would have thought, like, oh yeah, man, I love that my nickname's sloth. But he embraced it, I will tell you, God bless him. For some reason, I don't know why. He comes back to the fucking dorm, our dorm, our floor, and decides to plug all the fucking bathroom sinks with paper towel and toilet paper. Just stuffs them all and turns all the sinks on. I think there were three, maybe four sinks in our fucking on each floor bathroom, but the third floor was our fucking floor. Brewster 3, okay? Brewster's Millions 3. Spend 30 million in 30 days and get 300 million? Why can't I tell anybody? Can I want to get the money? I don't want anybody helping you out. Nobody help me out in that fucking closet with all those cigars. Brewster's Millions, great movie. He plugs all the sinks with toilet paper and paper towel and puts each of the sinks on high. I don't know if it was hot or cold water. He might have turned on both sides. But this was well before, I'm sure most of the sinks now have the hand wand off and on shit. There was none of that when I was in college. I don't remember that. Honestly, I don't remember that existed then. And if it did, I hated it. You know, it was like already that's what you expect now. The off and on sinks with the you wave your hand, right? You don't get to turn it on and keep it on. And maybe they did it because of this fucking kid on this night. He plugs the sinks and then passes out, goes to sleep. Now I don't remember if we were home yet or we're on our way home from fucking Ziggy's. And that's my guess, right? It's late at night, it's a fucking towards the nice time of year. It's in May. Yeah, May time frame of college, freshman year for us. And we get home and our floor, full-fledged, almost like fucking maybe a city that got flooded. Our floor has a solid two to three inches. The floor is flooded, the whole floor, especially on this side. So the the other right side or back side where fucking bunch of people lived, I didn't know as well. My side of the floor is right next to the bathroom. That whole floor was flooded. I mean, full-fledged flooded. Books floating in our room. Just catastrophic flooding of the floor. Not only did the room flood, but it fucking leaked two floors down. And this is a true story. I don't know, I never talked to the girl that it happened to, but it actually electrocuted a girl. Briefly, then didn't kill her. Electrocuted a girl using a fucking curling iron on the floor below us because there were guy-girl floors. Odd floors were guys, even floors were girls. Even were fucking chicks and fucking odd were fucking dicks. That was the fucking layout. This kid plugged the sinks, flooded our floor, the night of reggae bash, wrecked- I mean, just wrecked tons of shit. I remember my roommate's books were wrecked. I love that. And maybe that's why he fucking pissed on my books years later. That might have been the reason. He was trying to get back at me as if I had anything to do with it, but I didn't. I was out and about enjoying reggae bash, enjoying my Zingwich with sausage and cheese. It was his idea to pre-game with a slice of pizza. I'll always remember him for that. Boy, wasn't that a fucking just a beautiful move. As a freshman, this kid thought of this. They should have promoted him then. Promote him. Yeah, uh, I want to promote this fucking guy. I think his name's Wonka, you know, and we promoting him because of his work ethic, his education. No, no, no. We're promoting him because he he came up with the idea to order a slice of pizza and pre-game with it before or while he's waiting for this egg witch. That's what geniuses do. Everything that he had was on the floor because he was a fucking slob. The guy we're promoting is also a slob. Might I have. I love him. Fucking floods the whole floor and electrocutes a girl on the floor below us. Somehow this kid didn't get thrown out of school. I mean, he literally must have caused. Forget about thousands. It might have been tens of thousands. Might have been ten thousand dollars of damage. I don't even remember what happened. I don't everybody out there listening that remembers the story. Do you remember? Did they come in with a crew, a water-sucking crew? You know, with those fucking wet vaccines, you suck up the water. I don't know what they did. I don't know where we went. Did we sleep in our beds with the fucking two to three inches of water below us? I don't even remember what happened or what we did after. I remember my buddies, I just I mean, everybody thought it was hilarious because you're in college, you're like, ah, it plugged the sinks and ruined the floor and almost fucking killed a woman below us, but what a legend! You fucking flooded the sinks. I don't know. I mean, I've did plenty of stupid shit in my life. Plenty of stupid shit. One time I was at a formal as a young person, drunk, and my buddy dared me to throw furniture out the fucking hotel window. So I did. Now, like a fucking dog that shit the carpet, I had to go down and pick it up. It was metal, crappy, back fucking balcony furniture. So that really happened. And the date I had didn't like it. She didn't think that was funny, but my buddy loved it. Oh, I'll never forget that. The reggae bash. I don't even remember reggae bash the next two years. I don't I think I might have gone to it, or we might have gone to it as sophomores. Maybe it wasn't as important then. Probably wasn't, right? I was in a fraternity. It was different than that fraternity. I think reggae bash mattered when we were sophomores, but I don't remember it again after that. I don't know. I don't remember it junior year. I don't remember it senior year. I don't know why. If it happened, I would have gone. Or we all would have gone. I just, especially that I had buddies, some of my closest friends, that were in that fraternity that I still saw all four years. I just didn't see them as often as freshman year because we all were just. It's funny who you become friends with at college. I feel like you're tightest with the people you actually get to know early on. For sure. You know, there was a couple other people I'm still close with that I met later. But it's the people that lived on my floor and that that were in that same dorm. That reggae bash moment for me, freshman year, was one of the craziest, funniest, wildest moments. All of it, just as I hope they explained it. I'm sure everybody has their own stories. I'm not saying it's a different story than anybody else. I just remember it as fucking hilarious. And to each show land, I maybe it makes you think of your craziest stories in college or your craziest stories with your buddies that happened in high school, into college, or in college, or after college. Trust me, that everybody has a million crazy stories. But that one was particularly interesting because it was true damage to an actual building as a freshman in college at this euphoric, like ultimate end-of-year party at a top-tier fucking place that we're all sort of enamored by because it was we were young kids in college. Like, oh my god, man, frats are fucking crazy. You know, I know one of my buddies who listen to this. You're right, dude. Fraternity life was fucking stupid, and you don't need to wear letters on your chest or pay money to have a group of friends you like. I don't disagree with any of that. It doesn't fucking matter. You know what I mean? It doesn't matter. It never changed me, man. You know, as you know. Maybe we just didn't see each other as much. I think we did, though. We fucking still lived together for fucking three years. Oh man. That fucking memory, though, no matter if you were a fraternity or not, or never wanted to be in a fraternity, or hated him, loved him. The reggae bash was never something everybody knew. Everybody's gonna go to that party, especially as a freshman. And this kid fucking just went crazy and flooded our floor. You know what I mean? It was fucking his. I mean, the girl getting electrocuted just as the icing on the top. You got this delicious chocolate cake, you're like, I don't really think it's perfect, and then of sudden this big giant fucking vanilla frosting just fucking falls on it perfectly. You're like, this is perfect. It just encapsulated that story. It just iced it. Obviously, it's great that she didn't pass away. You know, that would have been awful. But it added to the story, man, and him getting almost thrown out of school on probation. I mean, the kid, the kid was he's sort of like, it's not a legend in a good way. You know, it's sort of notoriously fucking insane. I'll never forget that, man. And I'll never forget the guy that told me, you should do fucking the podcast and do your songs too. Like I said, there's plenty of people out there that advised me to be creative. They know how fucking off the chain I am. No, you on the chain though, man. I'm off the chain, man. I don't even need chains when I swing, man. I just fucking jump and swing in the air. I got such fucking levitation skills. Eekshow.show, the one thing, what is your one moment? What is your there's more than one moment. What is a story that this sparks inside your head from your collegiate years, your your end of college years, your high school years, maybe it was after college, maybe it was a fucking your first vacation or your first spring break. I haven't talked about any of that stuff. It's all it's all in the mix for the future. This is the Eek Show. I hope you have a story that this one inspires that you remember. That's crazy. I'm sure it's crazier than mine. Like, nah man, it's a fucking stupid story. I had this time where I like had a bunch of my buddies over, everybody got wasted, and the, you know, a helicopter dropped a fucking bomb on the room, man. All of us ended up with fucking, you know, major fucking brain damage. That's brain damage. Eminem. Obviously that didn't happen, but I'm sure your stories are crazier, but I wanted to share this fucking tale of truth from my freshman year. Fucking reggae bash, eek show style. Have an excellent week. I'll talk to you soon.