Laura was told (by a friend of hers who shall remain unnamed until permission grants me to squeal on that person) that someone on this campus is in love with Olivia. This person, a he, had a conversation with another he on a party bus, post-party (and it need not be declared that sobriety was not rampant that evening.)
Olivia's Admirer: Do you know a girl named Olivia?
Laura's Friend: Yes. Is her hair black?
Olivia's Admirer: LIKE MIDNIGHT!
Laura's Friend: *pause*
Olivia's Admirer: I want to make out with her.
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Becky, I love you. The end.
Posted by Laura | February 3, 2005 11:42 PM
Posted on February 3, 2005 23:42