Hot College Girls

I am so sorry, I did send away for a book on how to do this blogging set up since the online directions were in Martian, which I don't speak. Yet. I am not opposed to advertising, but today I noticed a tab for "Hot College Girls" in Dreamville. You don't want a hot college girl, I do grad work online and so don't have my finger on the pulse of trendism, but when I was in college five years ago, the "hot college girls" had the sense of a rubber squeak dog toy. You have never seen a squeak plastic pork chop get out of the way of an oncoming train or plan a career. I sat in front of one of the "HCGs" during a difficult math class, and the main topic yammered at day after day was how many hot (squeaka squeaka) guys she got while working the ticket booth at the hockey game.

Whenever you read the word "hot" in front of the phrase "college girl" from now on I want you to substitute "rubber squeak dog toy". This apology comes because that you should even be subjected to the image of an HCG bothers me, OR THAT I AM perhaps PIMPING HCGS and I am feverishly keying commands to get it the hell off. I am not lucky at this HTML razzmatazz, but will be shortly.

Remember, "rubber squeak dog toy". It will save brain cells you didn't want to lose to begin with.