I stopped off at Shooters for my Thursday night post-class dinner (Black Jack & hot wings) when I saw her.
She was calling to me, drawing me in with her beautiful, mysterious eye black. Her name was Stacy and she couldn’t have been more perfect. Hot, scantily clad and all about football! She had a message to give too, it was, “ROCK CHALK JAYHAWK!” Now this is a real woman.
Oh, did I mention that she was a poster? Yeah, I had to kidnap her from Shooters. Oops, sorry about that.
Well, if you want to say hello, she’s hanging up in my dorm room.
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