regardless of what friends, strangers or your company policy may say, harassment is pretty dang fun.
unless you are residing in an ice-covered shanty on the northwest quadrant of antarctica, you've probably realized that spring has sprung like a 12-year-old boy after sneaking a peak at his dad's stash of playboys. so, much like the beginning of second semester (spring break gym whores whatWHAT!), the majority of the uconn campus is once again out, about, and lookin' pretty flippin' stupid, all on the (often unattainable) quest to look good nekid. of course, this means that even the most unkempt and portly are strutting their (excessive) stuff around campus that have been known to warrant many a what-the-HELL-are-you-THINKING double take.
what's a gal to do in a situation like this? that's right kiddies..sling insults from a fourth floor window with the help of an equally acid-tongued accomplice, one mr. jeff houle. among the numerous cornea cinging abominations witnessed this afternoon from 404 chandler were half-lobster woman, leap year mack truck face, bad booty brigades, countless runners closely resembling various species of sloth and supersoaker toting assailants in wife beaters with sad looking afros. without your dysfunction, the going-ons of jeff and my tuesday afternoon would have been strictly relegated to homework and reality television. uconn, i thank you.
one thing that i do NOT thank uconn for is the 8374589475987 pounds of stress and annoyance it dumps on its students as the academic year draws to a close. irritable tempers and roommate sabotage have ensued..meaning that housing selection has reared its ugly head once again. can someone please explain to me how all seniors get housing and totally screw the rest of us into the ground when they aren't even guaranteed housing in the first place? poor little me, on the brink of upperclassman status, is currently stuck living in a regular ol' dorm room when i really should be livin' the life of luxury in the suites. honestly, i think that the only feasible solution to this little problem is for me to go down to reslife and throw down wwe style. i'm more than just a plucky brunette with an ass that won't quit. plus..i wear rings. be prepared for an ass-whoopin', drl. for serious.
..always the polite pretty princess,
lex
unless you are residing in an ice-covered shanty on the northwest quadrant of antarctica, you've probably realized that spring has sprung like a 12-year-old boy after sneaking a peak at his dad's stash of playboys. so, much like the beginning of second semester (spring break gym whores whatWHAT!), the majority of the uconn campus is once again out, about, and lookin' pretty flippin' stupid, all on the (often unattainable) quest to look good nekid. of course, this means that even the most unkempt and portly are strutting their (excessive) stuff around campus that have been known to warrant many a what-the-HELL-are-you-THINKING double take.
what's a gal to do in a situation like this? that's right kiddies..sling insults from a fourth floor window with the help of an equally acid-tongued accomplice, one mr. jeff houle. among the numerous cornea cinging abominations witnessed this afternoon from 404 chandler were half-lobster woman, leap year mack truck face, bad booty brigades, countless runners closely resembling various species of sloth and supersoaker toting assailants in wife beaters with sad looking afros. without your dysfunction, the going-ons of jeff and my tuesday afternoon would have been strictly relegated to homework and reality television. uconn, i thank you.
one thing that i do NOT thank uconn for is the 8374589475987 pounds of stress and annoyance it dumps on its students as the academic year draws to a close. irritable tempers and roommate sabotage have ensued..meaning that housing selection has reared its ugly head once again. can someone please explain to me how all seniors get housing and totally screw the rest of us into the ground when they aren't even guaranteed housing in the first place? poor little me, on the brink of upperclassman status, is currently stuck living in a regular ol' dorm room when i really should be livin' the life of luxury in the suites. honestly, i think that the only feasible solution to this little problem is for me to go down to reslife and throw down wwe style. i'm more than just a plucky brunette with an ass that won't quit. plus..i wear rings. be prepared for an ass-whoopin', drl. for serious.
..always the polite pretty princess,
lex