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Sorority Girls are Animals

This picture depicts a time when I met Michelle’s friends for the first time.

When we got picked up at the airport I got a hug. I was honored that I was given the front seat. Then thirty seconds into the ride, the driver ripped a loud fart.  She apologized right away, but she was still snickering.

As soon as we got back to the apartment, we had to rush off somewhere. Without any hesitation clothes were flying off. No one was completely naked, but I was confused. I leaned over to Michelle and whispered, “Should I look away? Am I insulting them if I don’t look?”

friedsquid

After a night out on the town and after a night of drinking the girls decided they wanted to eat. We ended up at a Chinese restaurant and ordered some food to go.

During the half block drive back to the apartment, I was sitting in the middle in the backseat, holding the food. The girls started tearing into the fried squid. The driver was even reaching back blindly to grab some out of the styrofoam container. I sat there and figured I would just be polite and get some later. Little did I know that before the car pulled into the parking spot, all the squid was gone.

Everyone was left licking their finger, and Michelle was left holding a little container saying, “Oh look. There’s some sauce here for the squid.”