Lecture, 3:13 pm
Internal monologue: This girl smells like chicken soup...Why can I take notes without paying any attention?...Hey, is that back-fat?
Narrator: Indeed, as the psych building faces a residential apartment complex, and the resident in question did not believe in curtains, it was.
Internal monologue: Ugly Naked Brit! heeeee. hee hee. I am twelve.
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thank you for the washbasin explanation, haha. i'm also probably going to want a covertly taken photograph of Ugly Naked Brit.
I see from a weather site that it's kinda balmy in london today. luckies!
no curtains?! that's barbaric. -bpb
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