Hotcake House Virginity

has been lost. As promised, it was a bit painful- but I have no regrets. My grease-soaked fries really hit the spot. Saddened by the lack of milkshake, Dave and Ray and I decided to run over to Jack in the Crack and get our fix there. Unfortunately, it was closed. Fortunately, we're a bunch of obnoxious, sweet-talking college students who got the drive-through man to make us milkshakes through the drive-through, despite the strict "NO WALK-UP" rule. He even upgraded our drinks to a bigger size. What a wonderful man. I don't know if it was the purity of his heart or desperation caused by absolutely no human contact in the middle of the night that made him do it, but I'm thankful either way.