To My Fellow Poor Fucker

Today the last final was proctored and the law school is a ghost town as most law students are out making like Paris Hilton, getting hammered only to go home and make their very own sex tape. Not you and I though. Our love of the law knows no bounds. Here we sit at the library, pouring every ounce of ourselves into our love letters to this semester of law school. For your perseverance and desire for self-inflicted pain, I raise my cup of coffee, seasoned with the special flavor of tears that are wept from a bitter and lonely heart.

Who the fuck am I kidding. The only love here tonight is my research paper sport fucking me through my belly button.

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