A women who specializes in professional wardrobes came to talk to my class today about professional dress. To illustrate unprofessional clothes, she held up a pair of jeans with brown washing down the middle of the front, and a ripped waist band.
"This say, rip these off of me. Take them. Take me. It's true."
Then showed us the back which said "Booty" on the left and "Licious" on the right. We continued to laugh.
"We laugh, but it's not really funny. These lead to unwanted pregnancy, unwed mothers, STDs, and ABORTION."
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Where there's smoke....
There is a Volcom backpack. At approximately 11:54 AM, I smelled cigarette smoke. It was after the devotional and crowds were large, but I managed to find the One. I'm not judging him; maybe his parents smoke and he just smells like it, or maybe he was just smoking a cigarette for a friend.
New conclusion: All people who have Volcom backpacks smoke.
New conclusion: All people who have Volcom backpacks smoke.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Clothes just make sense
Really, think about it. Without clothes, when you run into corners or fall into brambles or get hit by rocks, it would hurt a lot more. And also clothes are cute. And also without them you would be NAKED.
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