So the other day, I was in McCallie, and I remembered that I hadn’t pooped in over 24 hours. Then I thought about blogging, because I blog about pooping. Then I thought about what I needed to blog. Then I thought about how just about every time I start a new blog, I have to stop to poop. Then I had to poop. It was a miracle.
So I had this other dream. This one was about Lia. She was in my dorm next to the elevators, and her ass was HUGE. Really, really huge. Like, unnatractive huge. And she was wearing one of those long denim skirts like the pentecostal chicks wear. But I snuck up behind her and grabbed it anyway.
I grabbed it real good. (more…)
So the other day, I’m walking back to my dorm, and I see this dude. I was pretty sure he was wearing high heels, but he was -definitely- wearing shorts, so I cracked up, out loud. But as I walked closer to this unfortunate looking man, I became more aware of his footwear– they weren’t heels atall. They were boots.
But still, boots with shorts, that’s pretty darn funny. (more…)