During the Great Book Purge of 2007, I also found an issue of the Gargoyle (U-M's humor magazine) that I had stashed away with some other school papers. I found
tawdryjones and stephenl among the staff/contributors, 2 people that I didn't know or know of back then when I stashed it away. Come to think of it, I still have never met stephenl, but I feel like I kinda, sorta know him in a tiny way via LiveJournal and as a friend-of-a-friend.I can't stand flaps on pants pockets! I certainly don't want them on any of my pants, and I don't understand why other people want them on their pants. For one thing, unless you iron them (and who would?) the corners of the pockets always get folded over and stand up funny. What are they good for? There are plenty of less annoying ways to keep things in your pockets.
Sometimes I just feel the need to chug a quart of Wawa chocolate milk. This reminded me of my brother's friend Doug, who told me about the milk challenge: a bunch of guys sit around and try to chug a gallon of milk. I don't recall if it had to be whole milk, or if 2% was OK. At any rate, the circular indentation in the plastic jug became known as the Circle of Doom or some-such, because that was the point at which people started giving up and rolling over in pain. Personally, I think I would have to bow out after getting past the handle.
My brother told me that there is a North African tribe where the men will hang around drinking milk until their stomachs are quite distended, and that the person who drinks the most milk and has the biggest gut is the chief. Sometimes they would do themselves injury trying to out-do one another, even to the point of death. I don't know if I believe a word of it, but it's a good story. Maybe the Dairy Council could use it in a commercial!
