wickedflea | (no subject)

In the past hour, a woman from another department has walked through here twice with what appears to be toilet paper hanging out the back of her pants. Actually, it might be an overly long tag coming out of her sweater. I'm never sure what to do or say in these situations.

What is the deal with pussy incense and pussy fragrance oil? Y'all ever seen that? We had some of it when I was at the publishing course. Our mock-magazine group commandeered a room in the Columbia Graduate School of Journalism for a whole week, and while we were planning and putting together ZHI, we'd be in there burning pussy oil, smoking cigarettes, and serving drinks to people from other groups who wanted to come and see the cool room. We even put up our own lighting. It was quite the scene, man. No wonder no one could ever figure out what our magazine was supposed to be. Anyway, I remember walking back into that room a couple of weeks after we'd finished with it, and the joint still smelled like pussy oil.