Same is true for the bathrooms at Sinclair.
I was heading to the parking garage after my last class of the day, and there is a girls bathroom that I pass along the way (I'm a muhfukin poet). As I got near to said bathroom, I hear this girl talking to someone else. At least I hope she was talking to someone else. If not, then that adds a whole new level of crazy to this girl.
"I don't know why I buy scented tampons. My boyfriend says he can't even smell them."
I'm just gonna let that one sink in. Enjoy.
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