It started right after college graduation when I ate my degree. I spent four years working on my bachelors. In a second I had devoured it whole. Okay, maybe not whole. I took the diploma back to my dorm room, climbed under the covers, and with a fork and knife, cut up the piece of paper into tiny square bites. In a matter of minutes I had successfully done what all the popular girls told me to do in seventh grade. Like Weird Al, I ate it. I ate all of it.
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