| tHiS is what programming
class looked like the first day. It looked like a jungle. Not of trees,
but of nerdy-looking guys wearing khakis and double shirts. Actually, that's
kinda what college looked like at first. It
seemed like all I saw was crowd, and it was hard to pick out people from
that. Then, I started meeting people. And the next day I'd go to class
and see them there! Like the guy who would play Risk with us if we fed
him little Debbie's and had long stinky toes. And the other girl in my
class who I didn't know was a girl at first. And the loud scary guy at
the back who looked like an old man. And D a v e L a n s e r. Then there
was the annoying girl who called me and wanted to do something eVeRy
dAY. People kept asking if we were sisters and it
freaked me out. She was looking for a guy named Wally that was her French
teacher's son and could give her a ride home to Baltimore.
Then I found out that The White-Haired Punk's roomate was named Wally. My "sister" got a ride
home with him and a ride back with D a v e L a n s e r. And I found out
that she WAS my sister, because guys stalked her too and she couldn't get
rid of them either. And that not only was the barefooted snacker my brother,
but that we are tRiPLeTs! |
Can you find Jason? Hint: His
hair isn't white anymore, it's
green. Bonus: If you cross your
eyes and stand at the right angle,
you can see an easter basket.
Photo courtesy: Elbe The Anti-Nookie fAiRY *
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