I'm no gossip but dayum this campus has descended to new low levels of sewage.
Let's see what we have. One of our own, Mr. I Only Listen to Shit Music When Drunk decided he was going to sleep with the man, the myth, the legend himself, the leader of the HOD. Rumor has it that it happened after a night of waste at that STD infested cesspool of methheads, the Wave. The lovely couple retired to BT's mansion and hooked up in the projector room to the playing of BT's latest expose into the carnal arts.
That Piece of Garbage that lives at Tran Manor stopped the Queen of Gossip for the juiciest bit we've heard in a long time. 50 Stories was at the home of the Fairy Godmother cooking tru soul food: fried chicken, hush puppies, biscuits and gravy, deep-fried in bacon grease with a side of codeine. The DL top that lives with the Godmother, you know, the townie ex con, was awoken to the scent of his comfort foods and was in such a haze that he topped 50 bareback! We comment on the difficulty of finding her asshole to Mr. Is His Accent For Show to which he replied, "Poke and ye shall find."
In other news, γγΆγ approached us with a business proposition which we are currently in the midst of negotiating. Fierce.
Until next time, dahlings!
Friday, March 14, 2008
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