This picture sums up my ultimate goal on a night out. Yes, I often "Go on the pull" - an inevitably fruitless task since I loathe one night stands and don't believe anyone who tells me I'm cute - but what really ends up happening is I get a little tipsy, I sing Spandau Ballet at the top of my voice as I walk home, and I 'rescue' traffic cones from street corners. In fact, my love for all things conical is such that, if a beautiful brunette invited herself back to my place, I would have to decline on the principle that I'd never be so fixated with her as I am cones. Cones do not lie. Cones do not mess men about, then blame them in some sort of twisted hypocrisy. Cones are shiny, yellow/orange and easy to understand; hell, I now 'own' five of the little sods!
This is a bit of a nonsensical blog post in a way - I'm not complaining and I'm not bragging. I just thought I'd dedicate a post to every students instinctual love: the traffic cone!
And yep; I really do own five cones now!
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