Watson in the 21st goddamn century.
I-40, North Carolina.
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It’s a trick question. If someone asks “State or UNC” the answer is always State, because a Carolina person will most likely a) call UNC “Carolina” and b) not ask you about State in the first place; they’ll ask “Duke or Carolina?”
And of course the answer to “Duke or Carolina” is always Carolina, because the Duke person won’t ask about your loyalty at all; they’ll just start talking about their hometown in Connecticut.
And should any Wake Forest people be present, they will try to join the conversation like so many eager, evangelical Baptist puppies whose owners have trained them to bark at minorities, and you can ignore them.
I need a cobbler. Not the the fruit pie, but a person who cobbles. Are there still cobblers? Where to I go to get some cobbling done?
I admit to having reverted to paper books.
Where else was I supposed to keep my phone?
I see 2007 and think “oh 3 years ago” and then it hits me that it was 6 fucking years ago