SCHOOL - Chemisty Class
According to my friends, I am NOT the stereotypical lezzy.
Lunch table convos? Crazy.
Wrestlers spandex, naked dreams and Scott the Gaywad.
We believe that the sloppy joes are made out of dog food...or perhaps they strained yesterdays left-over chili.
Oh well, I ate it, and I enjoyed it.
Lunch was fun. The girls next to us were dead silent the whole time, listening to our convo.
The one, whom I do believe is named Autumn, (who names their kid after a season? "Hey, Winter, get over here!") had to move away from me.
Wouldn't want my lezzy germs leaking out of my ear and onto her shoulder.
No time to explain lunch, this Chemistry class is ridiculous.
(I do want to mention that a whole line of guys were trying to flip on the wall like the Matrix, it was dumb.)
Whales have mondo large penises. They call them dorks. The ocean has plenty of their sperm in it. -_-