Poll of the Day > I cannot read the chalks on rocks, sir.

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So yesterday I stopped by a friend's house. This friend may or may not also be a drug dealer, and when I showed up he started mumbling about how there's writing everywhere. He grabbed a rock from his table, rubbed a piece of pink sidewalk chalk on it, and told me there were words in there but he couldn't make out what they said. I didn't see anything, but told him it's probably because I don't speak rock.
Then he grabbed a handful of dirt out of a bucket, tossed it onto a towel that was on the floor, and told me there's writing there too. He then showed me pictures of a pile of laundry among other things. I didn't stay long, but it was a rather interesting visit. Good times.
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My old roommate got drunk and pissed everywhere in the hallway one time, then told me I had to go do it too because he didn't want to be the only one getting in trouble. He went knocking on doors and writing down the numbers of the units that didn't answer. And that's part of why he's no longer my roommate.
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