PILFs

Professors you'd like to fuck...


Discuss.

 

I don't think I've had any. () Is that a tragedy?

 

Ha! Ha! Potatoes I'd like to fuck.


Politicians I'd like to fondle...

Totally.

 

You know my thoughts on the subject, chére, .

Good ole Sexhands McMillan.

 

...Sexhands McMillan? Explain.

 

AHAHA oh goshdarnit. I hear it a-comin, now.

 

Well, you see, I once had this deliciously rugged teacher named McMillan D). And his hands, WELL. His hands, I swear to god those things must have been created solely for the purpose of caressing a woman's body. And everytime I see them I think of sex.

And he's a pretty sexy guy. He even has a beard now, sweet chocolate Jesus.

 

I second


We want the truth




or at least truthiness

 

I gave it to you, hombre.

 

Yeah i saw that

 

I don't have any hot profs... Well, the fact that they are all guys doesn't help. Not too many attractive females profs there either. Although my music appreciation teacher wasn't too bad... She also let me play Janis Joplins version of Summertime in class when we were talking about that opera. She was cool.

 

A beard? I don't dig beards, girlfriend... and that's not just because I can't grow one.

Wow, I'm such a hippie.

 

I always am caught between shaving and not shaving.

Though, it is annoying when you're really bored and you look down and you can see facial hair protrusions, sans mirror.

 

I can't grow one either... I need to shave right now... Because my facial hair is very sparse and patchy. I will make up for it when I am 60 though... I want to be just like my Sociology professor and have a white beard to my belly and a white pony tail half-way down my back.

 

chemistry.
english.(not mine)

 

Pilfs...? PILFS!??!?@@!! What exactly do I have to say about pilfs??!!? Where do I even begin???!!! (considering that I coined the term & all, thus I rock)
afhslafsfhskjl Seriously, I must've written 6 or 7 long-winded xanga posts dedicated to that one and only topic. And by the way, no one whores out my xanga anymore, so I've been feeling a little mopey lately.

Back to the subject of pilfs.
I drove 45 minutes into the western no-where county of Jersey for the opening reception of his ceramics exhibit last weekend. That is what I call absolute pilf-dedication to one who is positively pilf-worthy. That's my story & I just needed to say it, considering that this subject is my specialty. Alright, carry on.

 

Marisa?!?!(&#%0-43!......!


I had no idea what that term meant until now. How obvious.

 

Yeah. We really miss you and shit, Marisa.


In my red high heels...

 

I figured. You seriously need to get your shit together and hit it.

As for the Krystin-pilf, well. I do believe he gets more fuckworthy everyday. I've been meaning to tell him there is something that needs tending to in the science closet for quite a long time...

 

Oh yes, why.. I'll help you carry those textbooks.