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thefacebook seems to have been created solely for my friends and i to abuse the shit out of it. i don't know how many of my non-tulane friends are on it, but ya'll should just know what good fun it is to create groups like "Oh my God, You Guys, Am I Still a Virgin?"
Group Description
Oh my God, guys, am I still a virgin? Like, that doesn't count, right?
Officers
Does It Count If She Was a Shikse? Michael Felknor
Does It Count If I Did It on a Dare? Kuchuk El Paso Kainarji
Does It Count If My Fingers Were Crossed? Flannery Harris
Does It Count If I Didn't Come? Amanda Mollo
Does It Count If I Cleaned Up the Evidence? Meredith Mullins
Does It Count If I Was Thinking about Anna Kournikova? John Veron
Does It Count If He Pulls Out? Nora Steiger
Does It Count If I Was in A Different Zip Code? BJ Treitler Jr
Does It Count If We Only Did Anal? Jon Evans
Does It Count If I Held My Breath? William J. Clark
Does It Count If I Had Socks On? Kirsten Irving
Kuchuk El Paso Kainarji = the fabulous Chris Turner-Neal, focus of the group entitled "Chris Turner-Neal frequents leather bars in a vain attempt at happiness" and creator of the groups "Meredith Mullins is Possessed of an Unpleasant Odor" and "I Don't Know Nothin' Bout Birthin' No Babies!"
in other news: LIFE FUCKING ROCKS!!!
i love everyone. everyone being everyone who i came into contact with this weekend, except possibily the Tulane Police Department officers, but even they are ok. yeah, so i had to bust somebody. it happens. i almost felt like a hypocrite, then i remembered the all important phrase: "the difference between you and me is that i didn't get caught, stupid." that's the thing: the #1 rule your RA wants you to follow is: DON'T BE STUPID. i didn't want to spend 3 hours yesterday busting someone, so i hope to hell they get as much trouble as they can because i'm pissed i had to lose 3 hours. Anyway, that's no fun, what's fun is PIRATE PARRRRRRRRRTIES!!!!!!!!!!!! especially when they move to Jeremy's house and i end up wearing Flanty's clothes and Abby can't be pried away from that Salvador Dali book and i leave intoxicated voice mails for Brett, wishing her to be there too. i make a dead sexy pirate wench, by the way - especially when i draw a giant fake mole on my boob with an eyeliner pencil and i have a FUCKING AWESOME temporary tattoo of a pirate skull. saturday was also fun. the play and after... so many unmentionables - that's what makes a fun weekend. let's just say that someone gave me a new reason to be angry at my ex, but i've decided it's not his fault he sucks, so i'll just forget it and go on being glad my eyes are open now. anyway kids, a weekend full of unmentionables is clearly a weekend that rocked. just use your imagination. craaaaazy. i'm rivalling Gooden for "best secret life" now.
Group Description
Oh my God, guys, am I still a virgin? Like, that doesn't count, right?
Officers
Does It Count If She Was a Shikse? Michael Felknor
Does It Count If I Did It on a Dare? Kuchuk El Paso Kainarji
Does It Count If My Fingers Were Crossed? Flannery Harris
Does It Count If I Didn't Come? Amanda Mollo
Does It Count If I Cleaned Up the Evidence? Meredith Mullins
Does It Count If I Was Thinking about Anna Kournikova? John Veron
Does It Count If He Pulls Out? Nora Steiger
Does It Count If I Was in A Different Zip Code? BJ Treitler Jr
Does It Count If We Only Did Anal? Jon Evans
Does It Count If I Held My Breath? William J. Clark
Does It Count If I Had Socks On? Kirsten Irving
Kuchuk El Paso Kainarji = the fabulous Chris Turner-Neal, focus of the group entitled "Chris Turner-Neal frequents leather bars in a vain attempt at happiness" and creator of the groups "Meredith Mullins is Possessed of an Unpleasant Odor" and "I Don't Know Nothin' Bout Birthin' No Babies!"
in other news: LIFE FUCKING ROCKS!!!
i love everyone. everyone being everyone who i came into contact with this weekend, except possibily the Tulane Police Department officers, but even they are ok. yeah, so i had to bust somebody. it happens. i almost felt like a hypocrite, then i remembered the all important phrase: "the difference between you and me is that i didn't get caught, stupid." that's the thing: the #1 rule your RA wants you to follow is: DON'T BE STUPID. i didn't want to spend 3 hours yesterday busting someone, so i hope to hell they get as much trouble as they can because i'm pissed i had to lose 3 hours. Anyway, that's no fun, what's fun is PIRATE PARRRRRRRRRTIES!!!!!!!!!!!! especially when they move to Jeremy's house and i end up wearing Flanty's clothes and Abby can't be pried away from that Salvador Dali book and i leave intoxicated voice mails for Brett, wishing her to be there too. i make a dead sexy pirate wench, by the way - especially when i draw a giant fake mole on my boob with an eyeliner pencil and i have a FUCKING AWESOME temporary tattoo of a pirate skull. saturday was also fun. the play and after... so many unmentionables - that's what makes a fun weekend. let's just say that someone gave me a new reason to be angry at my ex, but i've decided it's not his fault he sucks, so i'll just forget it and go on being glad my eyes are open now. anyway kids, a weekend full of unmentionables is clearly a weekend that rocked. just use your imagination. craaaaazy. i'm rivalling Gooden for "best secret life" now.