GOD BLESS THE UNIVERSITY OF COLORADO!
The University of Colorado at Boulder. Automatic acceptance for any 18 year old girl that can cause a car accident in their home town.
First things first. UC/Boulder boasts some of the yummiest looking coeds anywhere, and I used to live in California.
In addition to an endless supply of blond flesh, I am thrilled to report that once the sun goes down here in Boulder, CO, the virtue signaling ceases. The students turn into stupid teenagers; discard I'm With Her masks; and party 'til the house collapses.
The same mopes who ride their Bontrager-wheeled racing bikes in the middle of nowhere during the day, replete with face shield, are the same ones canoodling in public with nary a stitch on. If ever there were occasion to spread a non-STD, the foothills of the Rockies are the place.
We passed by fraternity, or sorority, row on the way back into town last night and were treated to two house parties. If the 63-year-old eyes aren't failing me, Caligula himself was in attendance, dashing about in a toga lubricating the proceedings with patchouli oil.
There will be a spike in cases in Boulder. Guaranteed. And it will be followed by a spike in stupidity in the media. And a subsequent ignition of another round of Park The Pepperoni Parties after the media, the modern day equivalent of Doug from the movie, "Up," spots another squirrel in the form of Russian Illusion, or whatever unicorn they've been chasing since November of 2016.
With the picture of a Playboy Mansion style orgy planted in your head, bear in mind the University of Colorado is the Buffaloes. If ever there were a place to develop herd immunity, this is the epicenter.
Or, the hot zone, depending on your point-of-view.
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