An important observation
I was doing some thinking this morning between classes (I know, brain activity outside of class? What? I was confused as well.)
Wolves come in packs. Fish, schools.
Girl scouts? Troops.
You know what that means? That means when you see little brown-sashed Betty Sue coming towards you on the street with a box of Thin Mints in one hand and a potentially deadly clipboard in the other... you stop and you turn the fuck around.
Wolves come in packs. Fish, schools.
Girl scouts? Troops.
You know what that means? That means when you see little brown-sashed Betty Sue coming towards you on the street with a box of Thin Mints in one hand and a potentially deadly clipboard in the other... you stop and you turn the fuck around.