max professing about “creative rhetoric.”

talkin about art & shit.

the ladies in the crowd say ‘what’

emily trostel: getting real, reading nonfiction about her wine habit.

quinnie kenworthy: reading nonfiction about being a bad ass motherfuckin pirate.

after an altercation with max over the inexorability of truth in creative rhetoric, katie schmid ended up in his clothes. then she read us some poetry about a pack of wild fathers.

then there was this two headed santa and we were like, “what’s up, santa?”