Finals Finished: Time To Get Really, Really Fucked Up

Frrrrreeeeeeeeeddddddddddooooooooooooooomm!

The conclusion of many of the "Worst Weeks of Our Lives" has finally come, and to say that we're a bit relieved would be an understatement. Turning in your final paper or exam is quite a cathartic experience: no matter how poorly you think that you've done, at least you've finally finished, and expunged yourself of the first semester. And now the real season starts; let's celebrate and get fucked up.

So Man Space wishes you a happy holidays, and even more importantly, a well deserved break from the hellish shitshow that is the end of a college semester. We hope you all enjoy catching up with your boys, medicating hangovers with home-cooked food, and rekindling any old flames, if that's your thing. But above all else: we hope you don't come across someone masturbating to you. That, my friends, is reserved for the glorious, drug-littered streets of Lewiston.