Still Not Ripe

The first of many posts by Try The Banana. We (that's Eric and Quincy) will be discussing all the things that randomly come to our mind. For example, we decided one night we would make a blog, thus we have a blog now.

And we saw that the blog was good, and we divided it from the not good blogs. Thus saith the Lord of the Rings, blessed shall be he who bloggeth for good. But he that bloggeth for evil shall be cursed. This is what goes through our mind as we sit in institute. (Besides the burning desire within the bosom to ask out the cute girl in front...)

Ehem.. as we were saying this blog is gonna be random.. I'll give you a few seconds to look up "random" in the dictionary... you back? Good. Now that you understand this concept we can move on.

So today while walking around campus, I observed a tall, blonde girl walking a few yards in front of me. What drew my attention was the letters of "bubbly" written across the line of demarcation of her booty. To my mind came the thought "wow, I think she wants me to look and read that". This was not the case. Long story short, I had a sharp pain burning through my groin area a few seconds later.

That can happen you know. Sadly to say I bet she liked it. Not the part of you looking at her curving feature, but when her knee was able to swing up and knock some sense into you. Haha just joking. Honestly it's a confusing world out there today when a girl will wear words across her gluteus maximus to draw the attention of the desperate guys of todays world. It's an interesting thought that such a part on a woman can cause some of us men to stare and end up driving our cars right up a streetlight.

As  you might have noticed, the majority of our posts will focus and reflect on the confusing nature of the cuddly critter that is the woman. Will we succeed in understanding them? Of course not. Somehow that is not what the good book says we should know. But we will share insights, questions, comments, and random stories to help us express what is dying to get off of our chests.

Trust us, we have a lot of nothing to say about subjects. You might even get confused. Get used to it.

Harry: Why do they have to travel in packs? And how are you supposed to get one on their own to ask them? 
[Stops in front of a group of girls, hesitates, then continues walking] 
Ron: Blimey, Harry. You've slayed dragons. If you can't get a date, who can? 

Boom.
Eric & Quincy
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