THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
Today we had a pep rally.
One of our mandatory middle-of-the-day rallies.
And, as if that in itself was not enough to fuck one's day over completely, I also had to go to the orthodontist.
AND THE EYE DOCTOR.
Fuck. Lame.
Uber tippy lame.
(It would take too long to explain the origin of uber-tippy. It did, however, involve a pair of stilletos, a feathered head peice, and a WHOLE LOT of glitter)
So- they bused (Bussed?) all of the Varsity Football team over to us.
Okay, INSTANT hormone levels up about 90%
Put it this way (Quote of the century)-
"Ohmigawd! It must be Christmas- THERE ARE BOYS HERE!!"
So, after the junior strip show- Uh, I mean, Cheerleaders- we had lunch.
The jocks are really picking up on our nickname- Jo's Ho's. I mean, man.
And, let me tell you something- Girls cheering in front of girls, it's just good fun.
Once the start doing it in front of guys, it becomes super-slutty.
ANYWAY. So then I went to the eye doctor and listened to the Dickies in the car.
And that was my day. Woo.
Hella-Hardcore-Uber-Tippy, fuck yeah.
Loove you all.
Leave me notesnessness....Yeah.
EDIT>>>
QUOTE OF THE DAY:
"What the fuck? The captain of the football team has GLASSES? What?! Now you're gonna tell me he can READ????"