I have figured it out.
There has been this hideously fat chick that has been trying to holla at me for the past year.
I can't get her away from me.
She phuckin hunts my ass down and proceeds to try to talk to me about other sports other than boxing like I give a flying phuck about them.
But, today, gentlemen, I have succeeded in ridding myself of her. I had exhausted all options, even as far as threatening (and mind you I am not religious, nor do I dare to even refer to God for anything EXCEPT this) saying "So help me that I ***** slap you with the Power of God invested in my hand."
Didn't work.
Hiding during my breaks, didn't work. Switching class schedule, didn't work. MOVING OFF CAMPUS, didn't work.
I was starting to get scared. All my options were limited. Except one...one that was a desperation shot that would force me to prove it to be a lie; or I would be toast.
I told her "I mean, I'm a little dude and all 5'6" so you know my dick it's pretty big for my size, but it's not that big; but it's good for my size" PHUCKING SUCCESS! I am SO RELIEVED! I am overjoyous! I can conquer anything!
If all options are exhausted, this is the last resort fellas. It's like the hail mary pass. Only use it if your going for the long run.
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Glaaaasses... Gucci Glaaaaaaasses...
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