Hi, My Name Is The Peasant And People Say The Dumbest Stuff Imagineable

Hi, My Name Is The Peasant And People Say The Dumbest Stuff Imagineable
No big reveal on this blogger's identity just yet. I mean, without the mystique of not knowing who I am, what reason would you have to read my posts? Riddle me that, Anonymous. But, I digress; this little gem was heard outside of scenic West Hall.

Dude with frosted tips: "Dude, next year's going to be sweet. We can call the apartment the 'Sex Pad.'"
His friend: "Dude, what if our apartment's in the attic?"
Dude with frosted tips: "Well, we can call it..the 'Sex Attic!'"

If my research is correct, women go hog wild for frosted tips under the attic-filtered moonlight, surrounded by the ghosts and insulation. Confirm /deny?

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