The New Duke of Puke

It is eerie how similar Maizie and I are. At Shippensburg, I ended many a partying Friday night clutching a toilet.

Last night, Maizie partied like a rock star and paid the price. No, she was not drinking Cool Aid and grain alcohol, just in case you were wondering. Just a few too many French fries. As I was holding Maizie over the toilet then picking gooey white blobs out of my hair, I suddenly had a new appreciation for you all.


So, if you ever held my hair while I was praying to the porcelain god, thanks!