Laptop, right

Meat sticks not included.

Hold on there, pal. It's Friday night and you look like you're in an awful hurry to get back to your dorm room with that backpack. Surely you're not planning to study. Yeah. I thought not.

What gave you away? It wasn't the backpack, per se. It was the tell-tale clinking of the beer bottles inside that tipped off your RA. The cool thing is, he only wanted to be an RA so he could have his own room. He doesn't care what you've got in there, laptop, six-pack, Hungarian meat stick or otherwise.

The ironic thing is, if you had a six-pack of Hungarian meat sticks, it would have padded the sound of the clicking. Man, isn't that always the case? Just a few meat sticks short.

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