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Oh yeah... I love it when it's all left to the imagination. Then I can undress you with my eyes.
Sounds sensual. But keep your eyes away from me!
Too late. Look outside your window.
I see nothing but a syrup covered short stack outside.
Oh yeah, this short stack is getting sticky all right...
Now you've crossed the line!
No seriously. Get behind the line, no cutsies.
You never let me have any fun.
Speaking of cutsies, we have this finals breakfast thing at school. Sunday night, before finals start, members of the faculty and teaching staff serve the students breakfast between 10 and 12, since we aren't going to be getting any sleep that night anyway. For the latest one I walked into the dining hall at 9:56 only to find the line stretching out the door and almost up the stairs leading out of the building. Darn. So I waited dutifully, and as I got inside the door a couple friends spotted me. One of them, my RD for next year, waved me up to the front where a bunch of them were standing. I felt all special.
Well, that's okay. I usually feel too guilty to cut in any circumstance
I felt very guilty. It was terrible.
Yeah I'm lying. I pointed and laughed at those poor chumps that had to wait.
I do believe that you're lying about something, yes.
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