Am I funnier than a freshman?
I ponder this as I sit on a plastic desk chair in my college dorm, drinking caffeinated herbal tea (which is an oxymoron, surely), dressed only in two separately branded underwear items. I would be wearing my bathrobe, but I spilled hummus on it a week ago, and I have no motivation to do laundry.
Am I funnier than a freshman?
I suppose I am a freshman, currently. My funniest current gimmick involves me talking about Chris Evans’s perfectly plump rump until my conversation partner politely excuses themselves. I can’t be expected to help myself. That’s America’s ass, that is.
Am I funnier than a freshman?
I remember being a freshman at Westridge. I wore eyeliner everyday because I was an idiot. I had braces. The summer between freshman and sophomore year, I dyed my hair dark purple. Kept the blonde eyebrows.
Am I funnier than a freshman?
When I was a freshman, my favorite show was Riverdale. I kept a poster of Jughead on the back of my door so I could tell people, I shit you not, that Cole Sprouse watched me sleep.
Maybe I’m not funnier than a freshman. But at least I’m slightly more mentally stable.
Strike that.
I’ve just resumed an argument over which Hollywood Chris has the best ass. This weirdo in my film class thinks it’s Chris Pine. Dumbass.
Am I funnier than a freshman?
Jesus. Who gives a shit. I’m going to look at Chris Evans’s ass again, this time solely for the purpose of winning an argument.
I ponder this as I sit on a plastic desk chair in my college dorm, drinking caffeinated herbal tea (which is an oxymoron, surely), dressed only in two separately branded underwear items. I would be wearing my bathrobe, but I spilled hummus on it a week ago, and I have no motivation to do laundry.
Am I funnier than a freshman?
I suppose I am a freshman, currently. My funniest current gimmick involves me talking about Chris Evans’s perfectly plump rump until my conversation partner politely excuses themselves. I can’t be expected to help myself. That’s America’s ass, that is.
Am I funnier than a freshman?
I remember being a freshman at Westridge. I wore eyeliner everyday because I was an idiot. I had braces. The summer between freshman and sophomore year, I dyed my hair dark purple. Kept the blonde eyebrows.
Am I funnier than a freshman?
When I was a freshman, my favorite show was Riverdale. I kept a poster of Jughead on the back of my door so I could tell people, I shit you not, that Cole Sprouse watched me sleep.
Maybe I’m not funnier than a freshman. But at least I’m slightly more mentally stable.
Strike that.
I’ve just resumed an argument over which Hollywood Chris has the best ass. This weirdo in my film class thinks it’s Chris Pine. Dumbass.
Am I funnier than a freshman?
Jesus. Who gives a shit. I’m going to look at Chris Evans’s ass again, this time solely for the purpose of winning an argument.