Da Bachelorhood

Every year kids across the country leave their unsupervised dorms and migrate back to their homes. For those of you unlucky enough to graduate, it could be for the long haul. Once Princes or Princesses of your own happy hamlets that you alone ruled with an iron fist filled with beer and nudity, now you are relegated to being the paupers of your parents’ castles. Fear not my fellow social class whiplash victims, I am here to grasp you against my bosom and let you know that you are not alone, and this is not the end. (more…)