God, things are so frickin' busy these days. Why didn't anyone warn me about grad school???!!! I don't know, maybe they did. I have a habit of only listening to my own voice, so whatev'. Garsh
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As I was grunting, perched over the ivory ring and the water below, my mind wandered to the grunting I would likely do that night. Yes, I had a date with Tiffany Smith, who was reputed to be looser than Rosanne Barr's pants on an Ethiopian. I decided where I would take my dates depending on how likely I was to lay them. After all, why waste lobster on a girl who was gonna screw you anyway? It just didn't make any sense. Anyhow, let's just say that with Tiffany Smith, I was glad Jack in the Box was having its three tacos for ninety-nine cents deal.
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i miss you.
what is this thing about my black & whites. for the tyon whachamacallit thingy. whats the deadline for entries.
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