I’m getting sick of buying new jeans everytime I get a decent meal. My study partner wanted to meet
I’m getting sick of buying new jeans everytime I get a decent meal. My study partner wanted to meet at my place and I warned him to bring food. All he brought was his books and himself, I don’t like the taste of paper. I assumed he was dinner and after we studied, I chowed down on my nerd prey. We begged me to let him go, but honestly he tasted a lot better than I thought he would and he looks good on me, right? Maybe I’ll switch to sweatpants, I can pick some up before I grab lunch at the locker rooms later. -- source link