Beer and... well more beer
Created | Updated Mar 21, 2002
After a more than fulfillling five years spent in and out of a certain institution of higher learning, we'll call it Tufts, mainly, but not entirely because that is its name. Tufts University is a fine and upstanding place to spend $150,000 of someone's hard-earned money while learning all of life's more important lessons. The intricacies of keg-standing, funneling, shotgunning, and many other words which end in a -ing. My particular four/five years were spent learning all about German studies. In short, more beer. Sure, I've read about Schiller and the Grimms, I've read Faust or even Das Nibelungenlied. But the most important thing I learned was how to really pronounce the names of those wonderful German beers.
When it really comes down to it anyway, it doesn't matter where you go to school, or how long it took you to get that one piece of paper, your "Get out of jail free" card, it really only matters how much beer you drank.
When it really comes down to it anyway, it doesn't matter where you go to school, or how long it took you to get that one piece of paper, your "Get out of jail free" card, it really only matters how much beer you drank.
