The reviews of Prof Lydic on "that site" are somewhat surprising. Chili pepper and everything.
Cue the stripper music:Da-da-DA (BUM! BUM!) Da-DA-da-DAA (BUM! BUM!)(Absolutely the worst tune in the world to be humming when about to be molested at the airport.)My mama told me not to go to parties where people take off their clothes. Any time any proffie starts to disrobe, and I leave the room at once.
My father told me "Son, you'll meet girls in college who want to have sex. You don't need that." He was wrong...
Hilarious! But I'd never do this because, essentially, were this me, I'd be pointing straight at my boobs, regardless of what the t-shirt says.
Looks to me like he's pointing at his. He needs a Mansierre. Or is it the "Bro"?I once had a Jr. High kid at a summer camp at our uni come up to me crying, saying, "They other kids are making fun of me because I didn't get boobs until I was 14." I said, "Buck up, kid. I didn't get them until I was 40!"
Hahaha. Good memories of Seinfeld! And your experience is hilarious! :)
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