Dear diary,
It recently just dawned on me how much academicians love their sex, drugs, and cocoa puffs. [Thanks Chuck Klosterman!] Twice a week, my cohorts and I congregate around our usual spot to play strategy games, plan out our summer trip, and BS about philsophiocal conundrums til the cows come home. Then one of my buddies whips out this book and reads aloud:
Would you rather be sexually abused by Count Chocula OR get bukkake'd by the Smurfs?
Things to consider: Count Chocula cannot turn you into a chocolate vampire and the Smurfs are heavy cummers.
Keep in mind, these are life-sized Smurfs and the possible worst sexual thing that could happen are "pink socks"
Needless to say, hilarity ensued and we kept chugging our drinks in hand and kept on playing "Set".
Who said scholars couldn't have fun?! 
I, for one, digress!
Your's Truly,
pyralis
