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Wait Til You See the Love Poem I Wrote on My Thighs With a Sharpie
Wow. I can't believe tonight is the night. I mean you hardly even talked to me until rush started last week. I didn't even think you liked me. I mean you guys do call me Nancy Tubbypants Notachance. But I'm crazy about you and we're together now sort of and I just know that tonight will be super special.
OK, so I wait in the common room downstairs, right? Naked. Nothing but that hot pink afghan. Set the scene a little. Bring whipped cream. Got it. Maybe I can bring over a couple of ferns from the Beta Club office. And I'll curl my hair up really pretty for you. And you said I should lock my clothes in your room, right, so they'll be safe? No problem.
I know you guys usually have parties at the house on Saturday nights, but you're totally positive that all of your fraternity brothers are going to the Vortex for drinks after the game and not back to the fraternity house? I mean, I know the flyers around campus say something about Shame Night, but you said plans had changed, right?
OK. Awesome. See you tonight, Tiger.
Posted by Kimberly on November 16, 2006 | Permalink
Comments
The natural habitat of beautiful birds? What does that have to do with a nekkid teenager in a blanket and fake foliage!!?
Posted by: barb | Nov 16, 2006 9:57:11 PM
How did they make the carpet roll up into a pillow like that?
Posted by: sea | Nov 16, 2006 9:58:29 PM
Isn't "bird" 70's guy slang? Apparently this afghan pattern *is* for men to make....
Posted by: Liz | Nov 16, 2006 10:13:57 PM
geez... why am i think of judy blume's _Forever_?
Posted by: IHateToast | Nov 17, 2006 1:50:46 AM
I'm looking for the footprint of a high-styler, but all I see is the scat of someone who thinks brown and hot pink go together.
Posted by: Marcia | Nov 17, 2006 9:07:16 AM
Me Tuurog of Bear clan! Tuurog mighty hunter. Tuurog make fire. Tuurog create innovative "Cro-hook variation stitch" using crochet hooks chipped from flint.
Posted by: | Nov 17, 2006 11:31:09 AM
OMG.. that is well, scary... be naked, wrap this blanket with "footprints" of a high styler.. it only itches, well, a little, maybe where you want it to....
okay, enough
Good Grief, does every college campus have a bar/club named "The Vortex"? We had one, wonder why it is called the Vortex.. something about too much to drink and spinning round and round .. or that is just what you see after you throw up?
Posted by: Beth | Nov 17, 2006 2:52:22 PM
Why did they have to choose such a butt-ugly color combination? Fuschia and a sort of olive brown? Must have been the only colors the local Ben Franklin store had left over after their three-for-one holiday sale.
Posted by: Lois | Nov 24, 2006 2:03:52 AM
Is this a jokey post about gang rape?
hmmmmmm
Posted by: Kimski | Dec 13, 2006 1:32:33 AM
You should have sent them to the MAD VORTEX!
Posted by: Alice | Jan 7, 2007 3:32:42 PM
That poor, poor girl..... I don't think she realizes how ugly that afghan is!
Posted by: Kitty | Feb 12, 2007 11:31:55 PM
