*hears a gorilla roar from the stomach*
Did you hear that? I hope not.
Well coming to the point. *slurps a sip of mango milksake and moans* Do you want some? *extends the glass* nah! Even if you said yes I won't give you.
Well this afternoon I got a message on my college group saying that all the professors above the age of 60 will be removed from the college which includes our principal. *packs the bags and runs away from the college, hires a space shuttle and flies off the planet before it gets struck by a disease called fuckessors-fucked up professors! *
Like seriously, which kind of a stupid, absurd, big butted, rotten brained creature would think of removing some most experienced and useful bunch of teachers? Yeah yeah I know those white headed, wrinkled faced practically sexually frustrated human kinds makes your living hell, but those are the ones who has something sensible to teach more than those young fruits who just popped out of the flower and decided to lead the forest. I'm dreading to go to college now thinking that we would be led by some nut heads.
But here I am keeping my hopes high by sitting on this couch, shifting from one position to other, after heating up the previous spot. And you know what my hope is? What my splash of orange in this purple world is?
Any guesses?
*people raising hands*
You, yes you—the boy with those blue eyes and dark hair—you are staring at me since when. Thinking if the girl with those beautiful eyes and a mysterious mask on, is me. No you silly sexy boy. I'm prettier than that. *snorts* so what do you think?
Silly sexy boy: Your desire to learn and prove yourself.
Me: hmmm...nah.Next.
Girl with rimmed glasses: Because you practically wanna hit all of their heads.
Me: I already do that in my dreams. Next.
No one?
Well alright you uncreative minds out there, my only hope to go to that college now is...
That...one...hot...professor.
*slups the drool back up.*
Yes yes it's him.
The tall dark sexy dream guy—YES HE IS REAL AND SINGLE.
He is the one who makes my air go into my food pipe, the one who makes me control my pee during his lectures, the one who makes me bat my eyes—to try and see clear, beacuse I don't wear my spectacles infront of him, the one who makes it wet—my mouth you dirty minds. And I have no problem in oogling him and dreaming all kinda possible ways he would ask me out in coming future. Well that opportunity might be coming on a turtle.
But well, that's my orange in this purple situation. And also maybe my super sweet boyfriend who is far far far.... Far far....far far far far...away—looks through a telescope—well he hasn't fallen on earth yet. But I'm telling you he is coming.
A voice from the audience: This girl needs to sort out her priorities.
*scans the crowd*
There you are slumpy lump head. 668Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1gVtLz3scV
*walks towards him and slashes his shirt away*
'Well now you sort out whether you wanna hide your falling tummy or your gorilla chest'
*girl sitting besides him pukes on him.*
'Well now you get to choose'.
Holding my chin up I walk back up.
Well for the rest of you sweet fellas, a key to a successful college time is a hot professor. So what's your orange lining of the day?
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