Touch my nub, it's free. Also, this is probably vair, vair politically incorrect on about 6 levels.
Basically, there's this incredibly obnoxious kid in my AP World Studies class named Ben who I've known since second grade and me and Kelsey are going to kill him. I sit on Kelsey's right and he sits on her left and all he does is talk about EVERYTHING THAT KNOWS. BECAUSE, REALLY, HE IS JUST SMARTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE AND WE MUST ACCEPT IT.
He always has his hand up, waving around like we're eight and freaking out if no one calls on him. So, I told Kelsey that I would cut his arm off so he had nothing to raise. He would just be a nub. So, Kelsey replied that he would shake that nub.
I was seconds away from pants-wetting, vair rare in high school. And in the middle of "Battleship Potolmkin." Or Potelmink. Ptoelmic?
I don't know. Something Russian.
(Title is a reference to some Nelly Furtado song where she says "touch my love, it's free" or something to that extent, but Kelsey, genius that she is, thought she said "nub." Cause that's how cool she is. Nubs on the brain. This is awkward.)
He always has his hand up, waving around like we're eight and freaking out if no one calls on him. So, I told Kelsey that I would cut his arm off so he had nothing to raise. He would just be a nub. So, Kelsey replied that he would shake that nub.
I was seconds away from pants-wetting, vair rare in high school. And in the middle of "Battleship Potolmkin." Or Potelmink. Ptoelmic?
I don't know. Something Russian.
(Title is a reference to some Nelly Furtado song where she says "touch my love, it's free" or something to that extent, but Kelsey, genius that she is, thought she said "nub." Cause that's how cool she is. Nubs on the brain. This is awkward.)