Lies and Perfidy
Gentleman of the Road
I GOT IT BAD GOT IT BAD GOT IT BAD
I'M HOT FOR TEACHER
Anyway, despite the rather intense workload and the fact that I'm basically at the mercy of my friends if I want to go anywhere off-campus, college is ruling with the power of a thousand boners of pure steel. So much weed, none of which I've paid for, and so much booze. And there's hot chicks everywhere...I have yet to SCOCEREORESCEROSOCSE with any of them, but just sitting there ogling is an improvement.
High school...well, the first two years (at a big, traditional highschool with a football team and underfunded arts ed and all that shit) were pure, unadulterated bullshit. I wore a trenchcoat and sat in the corner listening to Iced Earth and Mercyful Fate, and told people to fuck off at least two or three times a day. Then I transferred to a hippy arts school, learned the joys of weed, booze, boobies, and Overkill, and generally had a fucking great time when I wasn't falling asleep hungover in class.
I'M HOT FOR TEACHER
Anyway, despite the rather intense workload and the fact that I'm basically at the mercy of my friends if I want to go anywhere off-campus, college is ruling with the power of a thousand boners of pure steel. So much weed, none of which I've paid for, and so much booze. And there's hot chicks everywhere...I have yet to SCOCEREORESCEROSOCSE with any of them, but just sitting there ogling is an improvement.
High school...well, the first two years (at a big, traditional highschool with a football team and underfunded arts ed and all that shit) were pure, unadulterated bullshit. I wore a trenchcoat and sat in the corner listening to Iced Earth and Mercyful Fate, and told people to fuck off at least two or three times a day. Then I transferred to a hippy arts school, learned the joys of weed, booze, boobies, and Overkill, and generally had a fucking great time when I wasn't falling asleep hungover in class.
