I'm in class making intelligent talk with the professor and the next thing I know I'm not making sense and trying hard to keep a straight face. Here's why:

Over MSN:

C: omg there's this girl in the lib
this big, tall, and not-skinny indian girl
tottering about on gold strappy heels
and she's wearing a sheer green top belted at the hips
and no pants
NO PANTS
it's like she forgot to put on some pants!
and the damn top is SHEER

Me: put on BLOG!
say u are a freelance reporter for URBAN
and you take wanna take photos for the HOT BODs section
cos you doing a back to school special!

C: I could almost see her ass!
And I can't go take her picture. I was staring at her for so long!

Me: You can! You look like Sumiko Tan. You got the reporter look!

C: I can't. I do NOT look like Sumiko Tan. And she's frightening. It's like my eyes were raped by the sight of her arse.

Me: . . .

C: I'm at 564 out of a 2000 word paper. And all I can think of is not duty of care of banks but duty of care for indian girl to put pants on. Okay you know what. i am going upstairs to see if i can get a good shot.

C: Back. She's sitting down. Her friends are blocking me.

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