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bad stomach karma
today was a very weird and kinda fucked up day, but it's also quite funny, just thought i'd share
so i decided i wanted to take a class this summer that would be loaded with chix, and out of nowhere i picked philosophy. luckily for me it turned out to be LOADED with hot chix
on the very first day i became friends with one of them, and i have no doubt in my mind that within the next week i would prolly have the digits of the other hotties as well...so i was all excited and shit abt that but my stomach saw things differently 
u c i have this BADASS stomach problem...sumtimes when im hungry or if its just full of gas...the gas kinda like shifts around in my stomach and makes LOUD noises...so loud that u can hear it across the room if its quite enuff, and it was very quite as the teacher was lecturing today...
soooooooo my stomach decides to exercise its freedom of speech and starts making these noises...at first it started slowly, but i quickly masked it by pretending to get stuff from my bag or whatever cos there was this HOT chic sitting right next to me, less than 1 foot away...(i could've had HER number too but not anymore )..then it became uncontrollable and the ONLY exit strategy for me was to get the fuck up and just leave, i couldn't risk becoming the laughing stock of the whole class u know!
so i packed up in a hurry and left BUT the teacher got mad that i was leaving so she was like 'r u leaving? i dont wanna embarass you...'...she was ready to ruin my ego in front of everyone else (she is a self professed feminist mind you), but i just said 'sorry' and right after that the only thing i could say was 'im DROPPING'...and then left...which means that now i cant take that class anymore (it doesnt affect me academically in any way)...which means i've just lost the opportunity to score this summer with some of the hottest fucking women in my life...all thanks to my stomach!!!!!
the end.
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