I seem to recall once when I was a freshman, while “hypnotized” by some sombrero-wearing Mexican muchacho named Jose Cuervo, I did a rather lurid strip tease on the girl’s floor of my dorm at Indiana U. I didn’t go on to become class president after I entertained that entire floor of hotties with my Chippendales act, but once the word got out that I really was a “big” man on campus, the girls at the Alpha Phi house tripped over each other to invite me to their pledge dance.
It’s good to see those snotty dorks at Haw-vawd can get as stupid as we SAT-challenged, state school losers. Of course, when I was 18 I would have thought “analogous” was the Latin word for poop, so maybe those Ivy Leaguers really are better than us, eh?
Orgasms from handshakes?
Crikey, forget other people, I’d be pleased to meet myself over and over again.
I seem to recall once when I was a freshman, while “hypnotized” by some sombrero-wearing Mexican muchacho named Jose Cuervo, I did a rather lurid strip tease on the girl’s floor of my dorm at Indiana U. I didn’t go on to become class president after I entertained that entire floor of hotties with my Chippendales act, but once the word got out that I really was a “big” man on campus, the girls at the Alpha Phi house tripped over each other to invite me to their pledge dance.
It’s good to see those snotty dorks at Haw-vawd can get as stupid as we SAT-challenged, state school losers. Of course, when I was 18 I would have thought “analogous” was the Latin word for poop, so maybe those Ivy Leaguers really are better than us, eh?