Where the hell is my towel?

In a shameless emulation of another far less bewildered traveller, I give you the highly accurate account of my year in Uppsala, Sweden. Like the great man says, persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; those attempting to find a plot in it will be banished; those attempting to find a moral in it will be shot.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

We Had Another Corridor Party

It involved food, hilarity, sex, and violence.






I also drank an entire bottle of bourbon.

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