Poor College student

I have just come to the conclusion that I am the definition of a poor college student. Today while taking a crap I realized that I ran out of the toilet paper that I stole from the airport bathroom. So I had to hop into the shower, clean up the mess, and go to subway to grab some more toilet paper. To continue my poor college student ways, I have only been drinking things that you can add water to and I have been eating Zoodles that I bought for 5/$3.00. Luckily my girlfriend cooks me meals and keeps me alive.

So I think you can assume that I don’t have any money. Well the truth is that I have $3.00s to my name. I blame this on buying alcohol and wasting money on Pro-lines. Buying Pro-lines was the worst idea I ever had. Someone would think that trying to predict the end results of sports games would be easier than it is. The truth is that nothing is for sure despite what you think. I bought 3 ten dollar tickets trying to bet on teams that I thought were “For Sure”. I tried to pick different teams on each ticket to ensure that one team would screw everything up, but I did pick for the Raiders to lose on every ticket. The Raiders tare one of the worst damn teams that ever existed. It was 9 to 1 that they would lose which means that there was suppose to be no chance that they could ever win. Also they were playing the Jets which is a good team. So the Raiders somehow pulled through and won a fucking game. At a young age I used to claim that the Raiders were my favourite team (Because I thought their jerseys were cool looking ) so I should have been excited but that didn’t take away the fact that they were the only team that got in the way of wining $75.00 in total on the tickets. So all in all, screw you Raiders!

So now all I can afford is the free cable that my dorm room has provided me, which is a pretty sweet deal. So I am sitting on my couch, watching “The Suite Life of Zack and Cody” while trying to figure out who I should pick for my next Pro-line ticket. So I am going to go to the store and hand the cashier a handful of nickels and dimes in order to continue my gambling addiction.

Peace Motha Fuckas

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