On The Free Beer & Hot Wings Morning Show they were talking about phantom cell phone towers and the N.S.A. violating our privacy. I am conflicted about this, because the Government is watching me without my permission, but they have never made fun of my spelling and grammar.
I can’t imagine a more romantic setting than this: upstairs at a college party with a shirtless boy who smells of a mix of stale beer and vomit. A well-lit room and about 75 screaming drunk frat bros gathered outside the window cheering you on...