Nate thinks I have an unhealthy obsession with irony, yet he continues to guzzle more beer in single sittings than a beer-powered Chevy Suburban on a cross-country road trip. Ironic, eh?

When you hear one continuous car horn honking in NYC, you know a cabbie has died. This contradicts most people's first impression: traffic jam.

I helped my friend finish packing up all her stuff into boxes tonight for her move to NYC. After all was sealed and done, I took a giant magic marker and labeled "^ THIS SIDE UP ^" on several sides of each box, making sure that the arrows pointed in different directions, so every time the box is sitting it appears that it needs to be turned onto another side. I'm guessing it's going to be a slow, confusing time for the movers to get everything into the truck on Wednesday.

Andy Milonakis really IS 27 years old. For me, this was sort of like finding out that there might be more than one Easter Bunny.

In order to setup a wire transfer to my bank account, I need to find out the Swift code for my bank. I'm guessing it really is as fast as it's name because so far it has eluded me.

Have you ever wondered about the opposite of a two-word description? For instance, styrofoam peanuts. You can't really have peanut styrofoam. But you can have peanut butter. But you can't have butter peanuts. But you can have peanuts, butter AND jelly. But you can't have a strawberry traffic jam. And so on, until you end up laying on your horn.

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