The Taste of Her Cherry Chapstick
There are some things you only see a few times in your life. Child birth. A black person being elected president. Someone who can lick their own elbow. For an anti-social internet lurker like myself, it's two girls making out.
I had different expectations about what I would see and do when I went off to college. I wondered how many crazy 'drink until you puke up your guts' parties I would get invited to. I wondered how many of those parties would include me standing at the wall like a blind person watching a magic show, being the designated driver. I wanted to know the feeling of laughing at people going to an 8 a.m. class, hung over and high from the night before. I wanted to know how many of these parties would include random drunk girls making out. Well, I haven't gotten invited to any parties, but I haven't needed to.
Take away the makeup, that's me. |
Good job, Bieber. |
Let's set the scene. Take two bi-curious girls, and make them roommates, and then include me and my roommate ignoring them so the only refuge they have is each other(really, who would be interested in us?) Let their curious nature take over for a month or two, then bore the shit out of them by playing Call of Duty for several hours one night. Like wild animals in heat, their instincts will take over. As for my roommate and myself, our instincts as lonely college students will also take over, and we will grow the patience to wait out for whatever happens. And happen it did.
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