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University: The Popular Click
Today in lectures, a group of young, pretty things were discussing the ribald cum ruddery of the night ahead (where pouting at flashes and swilling some tit were awarded with an ounce of whizz-bang and a litre of fizz) when one of the jubilant crowd looked in my direction and leant into my oxygen. ‘Jet! Jet! Jet!,’’ I thought ‘I’m going to play with the big boys! I’m going to join in on group photographs and hold a girls thigh!,’’. He smiled a cheshire grin; flashing his sex infested pegs.....and asked to borrow my ruler.
Can I borrow your ruler?
It’s a phrase that sums up my life.