Drunk Kid signs his bill, downs the rest of what is surely his room-temperature pint of Coors Light, and then stumbles out the door and into oblivion. I mean that literally, because just as he begins to embark upon what we call the South Buffalo Shuffle (two wobbly steps forward, one to the side, two wobbly steps forward, one to the side), he gets run down by a passing sedan. Poor drunken frat boy. If only you were twenty-one, your body would have developed an exoskeleton capable of repelling speeding cars. ...That's how it works, right?
Read my most recent recap, this one for Veronica Mars, "Un-American Graffiti." Come for the unnecessary baiting of online fandom, stay for the hysterical defense of underage drinking.
Also, the "wee-caps" for Real World/Road Rules Challenge continue:
Like Henna For Assholes: "Ace (with Cara) and Kenny (with Jenn) share wall time and fight to see who can out-spazz the other..."
Tonya's Off Her Meds: "Score one for Tonya! Shit, score two. I know it's only a matter of time before she regresses and starts humping stop signs, but I'm currently enjoying New Tonya."