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The Idiotic Ideals of Irma-entry four (standard:humor, 115 words) [4/10] show all parts | |||
Author: Electra | Added: Jun 12 2003 | Views/Reads: 2494/0 | Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
same as one, two, and three | |||
I am in American Civics right now and this girl sits next to me with a belly shirt, or maybe it's just low rise pants, on with all of her stomach hanging out on the desk for all to see. It really is quite disgusting. I don't even wear shirts, or pants i suppose, wuite like those. Well, I might occasionally, but only when I go clubbin'. Yes I do go clubbin' as i suppose you wouldn't suspect and I'm a fabulicious dancer! No, you say? Well I am and I'll prove it! Bang! Crash! Bump, boom, splat!...awkward silent moment...fine, you've proved me...wr....wr-wro...oh, I can't say it...oh fine, you ass. Wong, you've proved me wong. Tweet
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