Meat Sweats

'Twas the night after Mary's, when all one could smell  was the delicious outpouring,  of the meat sweat wail;  Our bellies were full with gravy and chicken fry,  And hopes that our pants still fit,  Or else we shall cry.  don't judge my riddle, you're just jealous of my dinner and my girl 

Spring Break Blues 

I am about 97% sure that if given the opportunity, I would have a much greater appreciation for the holy celebration of Spring Break now than I ever had in all my years as a student. If only there was a way to test this theory... Pouty lips have to help my case, right?