Dog, is a mans best friend- What a bitch
First day of the new semester-
First day of class
Arabic heritage and literature
time- 12:30
The classroom is mostly empty- so I fill up my seat at the back, students trickle in, one by one-
makes me want to take a piss.
I rise up, hoping for a quick dash to the bathroom- and then it happened.
She walked in... and my Bladder skipped a beat.
All the cliched things happened
My knees went weak
I began to stare
My mouth wide open
and my stomach went topsy turvy, this quick dash was going to turn to a long dump.
I say the same to my mind what I say to my digestive system
MUST. CONTROL
sneaked back to my seat- The professor stormed in-
75 minute arabic class-
Whoever said time stops when you meet your soul mate was in arabic class.
Class ended- and then it happened
she glided up to me
her lips moved
She spoke
"Hey"
I looked up and suavely replied- and I am just paraphrasing here
"mummble mummble babble babble drool"
As words escaped me I stepped back trying to escape
BANG
TRIP
CRASH
cRAP
Head over heals
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7 comments:
You can stop pretending it was in arabic heritage, we all know which sexy manglorean your talking about!
=D =D
ARABIC CLASS of all places?????? WT#^$%&^&*%^(%$^*&$%^& #%^# Sorry... our arabic classes in school... all these years.. all these years of studying the SAME BLOODY thing in different words and louder sounds... and you go to university till your bladder breaths a sigh of lourve. Heehee... thats the cutest thing i've heard all day. Apart from the fact that your *wife* and i went swinging in the sand and sun. No , really. We found a playground behind campus. woot woot
p.s. i still want to bite him.
The best relationships always start out with "mummble mummble, drool drool"
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YOU!
I realise that I may be losing a husband, and although my heart breaks (it doesn't really break) I shall always think of you fondly.
Me and Rakhshi shall run away together anyways!!
SWING!
Hooo me gosh!!!!! *grins widely*
p.s- uhhhhh...who is wanting to bite whom???
Eva- I am the only sexy Manglorean in uni.
Sanaa- *Huggggggy*
Rakshi- *huugggggy* again- Yes, Arabic class what better wy to pass the time.
Strawbrina- you will always be my first and last love. But fake long distance relationships dont work, even with Super volatile sperm.
Faa- Italian/french- contact Rakshi for more details
*heehee*
Spanish/French/German. Enough said.
*coughcoughcough*
I love philosophy.
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