Originally Posted by kwilkinson
Lulz, not gonna happen! I was class Pres, she was my Vice-Pres.
So you're saying she was under you your entire senior year of high school? Better hope Lish doesn't find out.
Originally Posted by suited
It's a factory for wind-up bimbo dolls. I was socializing with one of their graduates Saturday night and I wanted a bomb to drop on the entire building after 20 minutes. We were at my place and I was pouring drinks. She's sitting at the table watching me pour whiskey into the ice and Pepsi, her exact words were "CoOOool", for no apparent reason. Same girl, I tried helping her find apartments. We are checking out a 1 bedroom. It has a bedroom, a living room and a kitchen. The kitchen is given away by the fact it has the fridge in it, and the bedroom would be that room that has the bathroom and closets. Pretty simple, right? We're standing in the living room, she looks at the leasing agent and says, "So is this the living room"? She got lost on the way to my place, which I knew would happen. She calls me. Her first description of where she is, perhaps a street name, or address, nah..."I see like, glass". Her next description: "I'm by a fire truck".
If she's hot, she sounds perfect: eminently bangable.