It has been so long since I have spent minutes filling up a web page with utter nonsense for your viewing pleasure. Oh, how we have grown together newhoos and newalettes. Through relationships and "relationships", losing friends, making friends, failing school, passing school...we are rich in experience and poor in dollars.
So we have migrated off campus which only serves to make us less irresponsible, we have obtained 60s alter egos, and we have decided that the pub is the only place to be on a Tuesday night. Some of us have stopped going home over breaks and decide to stay in the Nightmare at smoke...transforming it into the "Crack Den." The crack den functions best when one or more individuals is sporting pink, fuzzy slippers. We have a mascot named Mackenzie and her beverage of choice is Natty Ice.
Our tastes have inevitably changed. We went from punk "rockers" and overly tall loud people...to guidos and everyone but overly tall loud people.
Never would we have imagined at the ripe age of 18, coming onto the scene with our high school (ijustthrewupinmymouthalittlebit) relationships that one of us would find comfort in the arms of a man who has been shot, been to jail, sells drugs from THE LINING IN HIS CAR, and uses pet names like "nigga" and "boo." Would this be the scene we would have imagined?....
Girl: "Yo, I just rolled the worst blunt of my life. So, what are you doing tonight-stripclubs?"
Guy: "Yo I'm driving about to hit some kid on a bike, what? Everybody tryin ta get hit by a car today?!"
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