So I’m going to assume that since their parties are wack then they must be a bunch of jerkoffs. Not my scene. Why can’t everybody just be chill, yanno?
Oh come onnn. You gotta show The Swizz those secrets, bro. I won’t go telling nobody, I swear. Yeah yeah, I’ll give you some cool points for that one. Yo, if Envy’s where it’s at, you tryna get trashed, and so coincidentally, I’m also trying to get trashed, lets go! Right now. You and me. You down?
You would be correct with your assumptions, Mr. Swizz. And I don’t know! I ask the same damn question every day.
Shiiiit, you wanna go right now? All right - I need like…twenty minutes. Meet me outside the junior dorms, yeah? I gotta warn you, though - I’m abouta drink you under the table. I may be small, but I can hold my fucking liquor. You won’t be ready.
Um…yes? I like movies. You haven’t? Well you guys obviously aren’t doing it right.
No keggers? What’s wrong with ‘em? Well…that’s just unfortunate. While competing is something I’m down for, I don’t got the time to fight for a female. The club I can do, though. And you gotta whole street of them, I’ll be damned! You got any suggestions? Preferences - on where I should go?
I like movies too, but I know they ain’t real! Haha, maybe we are, but I’m good with doing it wrong, if that’s the case. Save that shit for PornHub.
Yeeeah, the frat parties here are whack, so I’m just saving you some time. Hell yeah, I got suggestions - I know that strip like my own backyard. But, Terk here’s got a rule. I can’t be telling you my secrets, yeah? I can show you, though - if you’re lucky.
Haaaah, I’m kidding. But, that was smooth, right? I won’t lie, I’m just in the mood to get trashed and dance. Envy’s where it’s at, though. Mad Elias kids go there, and it’s usually lit…even on, like, a Tuesday.
Where IS everybody? I thought college was supposed to be all keggers and inter-dorm orgies and sorority girls skipping around in their little outfits and stuff. What the fuck? I feel so ripped off.
Broooo! I’m just gonna take a guess…and say you watch too many damn movies. Because I ain’t ever hear of nobody having orgies in their rooms…
The rest of that, though - you can find ‘em if you look hard enough. Though, a little advice…you don’t wanna go to no kegger. Too many dudes tryna get pussy and not enough of it to go around. You’re better off hitting up the club - and we got a whole street full of those.
Let me start off by saying I hope your summer has been going well. And if not, be sure to let me know if there’s something I can do t make it slightly better, though that hardly seems likely.
Well, I’d be kinda’ offended if you weren’t glad I’m not dead considering you don’t know me. That sounds like some evil shit, so eh. And that’s a problem, like where do y’all be going? Half of y’all don’t even have lives from the looks of it, so what’s even going on here, but I digress. …Don’t be offended if at some point in this conversation I call you Twerk, that’s my disclaimer. But it’s nice to meetcha’ Terk, I’m Sticky. Uh…nothing much, just chilling, looking at funny Vines. What’s good with you?
Maybe I’m secretly evil, you don’t know! And it is a problem! Everybody seem to come outta the wood work when you posted, though. Is that some sort of talent? I need it.
The only thing offensive about that nickname is that I heard it before. You don’t have anything more original? I’m just playing - but….Sticky? Can I ask how you got that name? Cause I got my ideas…but I need to know. It’s nice to meet you to, though. I’m chillin’, just got off work. Been trying to see if there’s anything good going on tonight, but from the looks of this dash…it ain’t likely.
But hey look, I didn’t fall off the face of the Earth or nothing like that…it’s looking like the rest of y’all did though. It’s dead as fuck, and quite frankly I ain’t with it. So wassup, I know there’s at least one of you lurking in them shadows.
I don’t know you, but…I’m glad you ain’t dead? Yeah, that’s it. You’re right tho - I haven’t seen a single person on this shit all day. Name’s Terk, though! What’s crackin’?