I dressed as a bucket of KFC because I thought it would be funny given my name (Chimkin Tendy. Get it?) I thought the boys would get a kick out of it, but as it turns out, they had their own plans in store. All the guys came dressed as beach balls and thought they were REAL FUCKING FUNNY when they kept making constant jokes about how they could do whatever they wanted and I couldn’t stop them. Even Scoochie, who had worse stats than me this year, was in on it. I’m getting tired of the jokes. It’s not funny anymore. I get it. I suck. Thanks. So I retired to the bathroom with @.bojo 's cat, Pushkin, dropped acid, and had a conversation with Pushkin about the finer points thermodynamics and its effect on how we view space travel in this modern age. That cat is fuckin' smart, let me tell you. I awoke 72 hours later and Pushkin had puked on my face.