My Roommate, Life-Mate, and Persistent Pain in My Ass
Go back in time to school, think about Sports Day—the fun, the short putt, the high jumps, the relays and then think about Tug O’ War. Life’s like that, basically. Tug O’ War. You’re that ratty knot in the middle desperately trying to hold all the tension of that rope in place while two ends mindlessly tug at you... to no real, concrete end. I mean, does anyone know why we play Tug O’ War?