Her mouth was agape with lust, desire, and duckmeat
What's up bitches? So today was like the MOST motherfucking stress-a-lessful day o' the life of mine. Good Lord. I awoke this morn at the lovely hour of 5:30 in da A.M. having only fallen into my whimsical slumber a mere 3 hours prior. Whoops. I then walked... WALKED to work in the freezing ass cold and then waited outside of the Express Men on Boylston for a half hour because my manager was late. Erald and I then did some gay things together such as rearranging and redecorating which is always wonderful. Also may I mention: He is so fucking adorable and I would ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY date him if we did not work together. I think it would happen cuz we flirt a LOT. But anyway... so then work was done and I walked... WALKED again down Huntington and banged a Ralph onto Mass Ave-a-Lave only to find that my prescription at CVS was not there. Errrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhh.... WHEN THE FUCK SHALL I BE RID OF THIS INFESTATION!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!! So then I returned to school to begin finalizing our team business project. So then blah blah blah blah blah schoolwork for like seven mother effing hours blah blah blah and then suddenly I found myself in Lindsey's room with Madeline and Brittany. Madeline suddenly exclaimed that she wanted cookie dough and I said that I would go with her to get it. It was so fucking FREEEEEEEZ-a-LEEEEEEZing outside, but we did some kind of crazy dance that Madeline invented to keep us warm. I suddenly realized how much effing fun I was having. All of my work was done and I was back to hanging out with the third floor peeps!!! Whooohooooo!!!!!!!!! It was a motherfreeakin partay in Lindsey's room to say the least. Some crazy shit went down and people almost got hurt. No, actually I made that last part up, but it was a BLAST AND THREE FUCKING QUARTERS. Whooo. So now I am ironing my suit for tomorrow and hyping myself up for my final PREZZZZZZZZentation. Go Business Floor. Woot. You all make that shit work like a MOOOOFOOOOOO. As fuh me, I iz peacin' out sluts. Milk, milk, lemonade. Round the corner fudge is made. Iz out.