Friendship. Ah.
There is something special about the bond that develops between two fake idiots. No matter how frustrating the level of pseudo-love can be, how blatantly useless they are together – they still persist.
And the cherry on top? That curtailed platonic friendship between a Poppie™ and her Jock™. As He languishes to stick his tongue down Her throat she plays the innocent victim, stealing away his hopes, crying out for nothing but a hug – a love story doomed forever. *sniff*
Demonstrated by these two fine fuckers that are part of my courses at varsity. It was Stats. Just as anything can save someone from that subject, the boy and girl sitting in front of me persisted – and succeeded.
The lecture had just finished and the retards decided to open their mouths:
Boy: Hey – what you doing now? Let’s go chill at the steps – I’m over psych.
Girl: Ah – I can’t hey. I’m heading down the hill.
Boy: Cool – I’ll join you.
Girl: Uuh… I’m running coz I have to get back up before my next class.
Boy: Okay – I’ll just come with you.
Girl: Uuh I’m running pretty fast down the hill hey.
Boy: How fast…? Like walking? Slowly?
Girl: No – running.
Boy: But like a jog right?
Girl: Nah don’t think so – I’m doing a full-on sprint.
Nevermind the fucking unbelievable image of Twiggy doing a full-on sprint down Table Mountain, God knows why he didn’t agree just to torture the bitch.
But – I’ve voted the Jock as the fucktard in this episode, kids.
Life lesson #52: if she’s wearing 3 layers of make-up – she won’t want to sweat. She’s not running down Table Mountain.
You. Just. Got. Played.
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