<p>my mom’s got it covered</p>
<p>…I don’t understand. Do I want to?
am trying to imagine the conversation
You: So mom, I have this ritual where if I trim off my pubic hair daily, I’ll get into Princeton.
Mom: …I gave birth to this creature…
You: The problem is…I ran out, and I NEED to keep cutting. I NEED more pubic hair or else I won’t get in!
Mom:
and this is where my imagination fails me.</p>
<p>dude, i wouldnt even ask…i’d whip out the scissors, and she’d know the drill</p>
<p>lol rickster, where are you from? If we get in I cannot wait to get to know you…lol…</p>
<p>college town midwest…</p>
<p>anyone noticed how the female posters disappeared :)</p>
<p>ah, gregster, you underestimate the power of female posters. for all you know they could be lying behind a bush waiting to ambush you…</p>
<p>well we better get prepared and post more comments about our weird superstitions (weird in a good way 
)</p>