Tolerance

I’m not talking about something us heathen Yankee folk try to force on the decent, God fearing victims of the war of Northern aggression. No sir, I’m talking about a physiological phenomenon, the kind most people learn about in college – well, everyone that pledges a fraternity anyway. Yes, that kind of tolerance. I’m talking about the kind of tolerance that makes one cup of coffee no more stimulating than the used grounds; the kind of tolerance that makes a 32oz cup of coffee at the 7-eleven seem small. Now you’re getting the picture.

Now if I can just find something socially acceptable that will put me to sleep at night. I wonder how I would tolerate that Behavioral Psychology textbook? I just knew I shouldn’t have sold that back!