Category: QSL
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My Pussy
Have you ever felt a vagina? Really fucking felt it. Pushed your hands through the sides and felt your fingers plunge back, like old school slime. If someone takes your pants off do they even appreciate the thought you put into the underwear you wore tonight? Does he remember, do…
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A Christmas Party Primer
Christmas Eve has arrived. Your Christmas list was diligently overstocked months ago. You’ve covered all your bases. If you don’t get thing X, then you know for sure thing Y will be waiting under the tree. You also know that if your mom or dad won’t get it, then maybe…
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Pull Yourself Together: A Reflection
Most nights start with the goal to wake up fine the next day but end with an ungraceful, drunken flop into the mounds of knitted blankets I call my bed—there’s usually a “Pull yourself together,” uttered somewhere in between the two. For the most part, these “pull yourself together”s are…
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An American Thanksgiving
I was almost two years old when my family immigrated from Phnom Penh, Cambodia to New York. My mom and dad came to America and worked in the city doing odd jobs at first and then as maids, janitors, and engineers. When we first came here we shared a small…
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I Made a Game and It Was Bad
The overhead monitor’s demonic glow screamed at our rag tag, sleep deprived four man team. I ran from one computer to another in a desperate attempt to duct tape our hollow Frankenstein of a game together. The glow was thanks to a large countdown timer that hung over our heads…
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God Goes to Denny’s, Too
There’s a beautiful, greasy allure to restaurants open past midnight that cater to college kids and drunks; most nights, like this night, they were one and the same. I was on my way to Denny’s at 3 AM, fresh off a box of wine that claimed my sobriety, in the…
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It’s a High World After All
There comes a time in every college-aged stoner’s life where they are unfunctionally high in a place they absolutely should not be. For most this is usually a family dinner, a plane ride, or—god forbid—a church. For me, I chose to be slightly more ambitious with my inappropriate trail blazing.…
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Writing on the Wall
The sun blasts the red rocks of Sedona, and I feel like I’m on Mars. I’m standing in the lobby of the hotel with jeans and t-shirt hugging my soon-to-be sweaty skin, my backpack weighed down with 3 liters of water. I’m wearing cheap sunglasses. All around me, red rocks…
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A Dude Told Me This Story
Diego and I went and got some Hennessy, the middle sized bottle, went over to Noah’s and got piss drunk. Then we went to a party and had some jello-shots. Questionable jello shots. I finished up that bottle of Hennessy and was filthy drunk. Went outside and booted for a…
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A Small Collection
At a pretty young age, I kept a metal collection. I was six or seven years old, and I kept a box under my bed of contraband nuts, bolts, screws, and nails. They were pretty important to me, and I kept it a secret. I say “contraband” because I stole…
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