HOW TO SURVIVE ANNOYING COLLEGE BOYS
You know what I am talking about.
those boys.
Scenario: You're happy. You're walking to class, thinking about how bored you're going to be during this long ass lecture.
But you're happy, because you have coffee.
The birds are chirping, the sky is blue, and the sun is smiling down at you like that creepy baby sun from the Teletubbies.
THEN OUT OF NOWHERE YOU HEAR:
"Whassup BABBBBBBAYYY?" Coming from across the quad.
You keep walking, a little wounded, but still YOU MUST PUSH ONWARDS.
...but then.
YOU HEAR ANOTHER SOUND:
"YOU LOOKIN FOR THIS DICK TONIGHT?"
YOU TURN TO SEE THE ULTIMATE CAMPUS FUCKBOI. (his name is probably Brad). It's like a dagger, stabbing you in your throat when you muster out a very loud response. "WHAT THE FUCK BRAD". YOur WORDS FLY ACROSS THE QUAD TOWARDS THE FUCKBOI.
He replies.
"I KNOW YOU EATIN THIS PACKAGE BABBY YOU WANT IT".
It is time. YOu know what you gotta say.
YOU REPLY.
"SORRY BRAD. I DON'T EAT TRASH". and walk away like the boss ass lecture ready beyonce bouncin' bitch you are.
JUST YEET YOURSELF ON OUTTA THERE. RULE #16 IS HERE TO HELP YOU REPEL THE UNWANTED COLLEGE FUCKBOISSSSSSSS. IN ALL THE FOLLOWING WAYS:
1. Getting hit on in the dining hall? No problem. Just spit food in his face and tell him you have Ebola.
2. WOoed at during <insert your sport here> practice? That's okay. Use those sports skills to kick him in the balls.
3. Being grinded on in the club? Ask him to join your Netflix worshipping cult circle.
I got ya girl. Hope you enjoy these ways to YEET yourself on out of awkward situations.
MUCH LOVE. AND REMEMBER: A comeback per day keeps the fuckboi away. :)
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