( 11:50 PM )
The following handwritten letter was recently discovered on the wind blown steps of McKinley Hall:
Dear Lisa,
Sorry about my deadly rat-a-tat Cheetos farts at the Salty Snack Sleepover Symposium Saturday, but I’ve been so excited about my sports euphemism pep club being a home run, I just can’t help tooting for the home team. Our leader Skip “Bud” Shlitzweiser gives us pep talks on what we can do for the team by taking one game at a time, working to get the job done, and finding ways to overcome adversity, so lemme know when your strep butt fungus clears up so we can win one for the gipper.
My homegrown toenails are ingrown for you baby,
Kristin
Song of the Day:
“Clipse of Doom” feat. Trife ~Ghostface Killah 2006
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