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Week 17: Lancaster's Locks
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Look at the Deer!!. While a sophomore at Michigan State University I somehow was exiled to the potpourri dorm. It was probably because I stayed home in New Jersey my true sophomore year, and was returning without a preferred roommate. A mix of transfers, exchange students and homosexuals, I was paired with a local community college guy from a ghetto suburb of Detroit who seemed a cross between Brett Michaels at his most feminine stage and Tom Petty. His name was simply "Zarb," and he smoked everything he could find, ashing all over our floor, never went to class, masturbated to Liz Phair and Courtney Love and spilled beer all over my clothes and CDs...Continue
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