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Nov. 3rd, 2007 10:10 pmMe to my roommate: Our friends are crazy.
My roommate back to me: Yeah, but so are we, so it's all good.
This was, by the way, before the people started begging for movie posters like they were drugs and one girl was the only supplier, before the discussion about Testicle Girl, what her outfit would consist of, and how she would use her prosthetic testicles (the ones at the correct level, not the numerous ones on her vest) as weapons. And before the discussion devolved into a conversation about breasts.
I love how insane college life is. I love how completely warped my friends are.
My roommate back to me: Yeah, but so are we, so it's all good.
This was, by the way, before the people started begging for movie posters like they were drugs and one girl was the only supplier, before the discussion about Testicle Girl, what her outfit would consist of, and how she would use her prosthetic testicles (the ones at the correct level, not the numerous ones on her vest) as weapons. And before the discussion devolved into a conversation about breasts.
I love how insane college life is. I love how completely warped my friends are.