The laptop was under repair that day. After the probability test, I ran to the Internet cafe opposite the school and wowed on the first three bosses with h overhanging. Suddenly, I felt a chest tightness, so I urged that I was offline.
Habitually open the b site to open the film and television area that is rarely visited, and when I see the movie that is the highest, I click to watch it.
I obviously can’t bring in Van Wilder. As a dead house, I’m the opposite of party animal; but I can’t bring in that Indian either. I’m not as hungry and thirsty as him, nor yearning for love, if I didn’t do it. I suspected that I was a gay when I was dating a girl; I also couldn't bring the nerd from the Brotherhood of Brotherhood or the villain of the medical school. I was not only a scumbag but also a scumbag who was not interested in the Student Union.
From the perspective of God, I watched Van Wilder hold parties, pick up girls, make people, burst into small universe, and finally graduated and embrace the beauty. What was unexpected was that no one flashed up to the end of the explosion and died. I think maybe it's because Van Wilder is not a real player; of course, he has a super IQ and must pass the test every time he is charming, but the whole movie is probably only the party he is really interested in. Seven years of university organizational experience has made Van Wilder an expert who can let anyone enjoy the party, but he also relies on the party to escape reality. In a sense, Van Wilder is similar to us who escape into the game or escape from reality in the second dimension.
So I remembered the sentence of the title, I don't know what our favorite will bring us in the end.
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