Belated Story
So Blair and I go to the airport to pick Suzie (my cousin) as she is going to be visiting IU for the weekend....
On our way home, we are describing how much we love IU, and then we start talking about parties and stuff of that nature. So I start describing sorority girls....now Blair doesn't like this, because she is a "sorority girl." So I rescind my statement and describe them as "sorostitutes," this pleases Blair. But Suzie is quite confused as to what a "sorostitute" is, so I tell her to walk from Briscoe to the Business School on Friday night, she will see at least 30 girls in short skirts, tanktops, and Uggs waiting to be picked up by random Frat boys so that they can drink, party, and have sex. She seems skeptical. We move on.....but then, we get to Briscoe, and there she is....out the front door comes a girl, in a short skirt, tanktop, and cowboy boots. She runs over to a blue car, and yells back at her friends "Any of you know this guy??!?!" they all reply negatively. So, the guy rolls down the window, and about 10 seconds later, the girls are climbing in the car to drive away (and assumedly drink, party, and have sex). I look at Suzie and say "I pinned that one" and she said "No, she didn't have Uggs on...." Not wanting to be done over, I reply "It's ok, she's just one of the poor ones...." Now, I consider this fortunate....the girl was listening to that entire conversation, so I got a very satisfying "FUCK YOU" before she drove away to drink, party, and have sex.
Moral of the Story: I will never pick you up if you don't have Uggs, cause then you are just a cheap slut, whereas those girls with Uggs...they have class! (J/k, I'll pick them all up....)
Ohh and to that girl, whereever you are, I will never take back, nor apologize for my statement.
On our way home, we are describing how much we love IU, and then we start talking about parties and stuff of that nature. So I start describing sorority girls....now Blair doesn't like this, because she is a "sorority girl." So I rescind my statement and describe them as "sorostitutes," this pleases Blair. But Suzie is quite confused as to what a "sorostitute" is, so I tell her to walk from Briscoe to the Business School on Friday night, she will see at least 30 girls in short skirts, tanktops, and Uggs waiting to be picked up by random Frat boys so that they can drink, party, and have sex. She seems skeptical. We move on.....but then, we get to Briscoe, and there she is....out the front door comes a girl, in a short skirt, tanktop, and cowboy boots. She runs over to a blue car, and yells back at her friends "Any of you know this guy??!?!" they all reply negatively. So, the guy rolls down the window, and about 10 seconds later, the girls are climbing in the car to drive away (and assumedly drink, party, and have sex). I look at Suzie and say "I pinned that one" and she said "No, she didn't have Uggs on...." Not wanting to be done over, I reply "It's ok, she's just one of the poor ones...." Now, I consider this fortunate....the girl was listening to that entire conversation, so I got a very satisfying "FUCK YOU" before she drove away to drink, party, and have sex.
Moral of the Story: I will never pick you up if you don't have Uggs, cause then you are just a cheap slut, whereas those girls with Uggs...they have class! (J/k, I'll pick them all up....)
Ohh and to that girl, whereever you are, I will never take back, nor apologize for my statement.