I know the movies are probably full of crap, but I have to say I’m hopeful when I see guys with no social standing, equipped with nothing but a brain and a will to use it, finally gets the pretty girl in the end. It doesn’t even matter if she’s not an international supermodel. I’m not proud. I’d gladly humble myself to dating or marrying a US supermodel instead.
No matter what I do, I have not been able to get Shannon’s attention. You’d think after the love poem written in the school courtyard using 118 bags of Juicy fruit snacks, and my cool upbeat rendition of ‘Baby It’s You’ by the Carpenters over the school’s intercom system that she’d see I was the one for her. But NO! Bradley Donavan stepped in and TOOK THE CREDIT! That butt head actually said HE arranged it all for her! THAT LIAR!! I get a week of detention for singing over the school airwaves and Bradley gets the GIRL!
WHAT CRAP IS THIS!?? The universe is laughing at me, I just know it.
…good thing the principle liked the song, or I would have had detention for a month.
Shannon better get the hint…cause this stud muffin’s gonna get snatched up by a supermodel someday and she’s going to look back and regret never taking advantage of the Wendellizer.
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