So I got a weekend job at an icecream store for community service and this little girl walked in today and quietly asked me who the man behind the counter was. I responded that he's my manager.
"Oh, he's cute. What's his name?"
"Justin. But fair warning, he plays for the uh, other team."
"What team?"
And I swear to god four people including myself yelled "WILDCATS" so loud she spilled her drink.
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me on my period like:

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JD: "girls are evil. one time this girl told me that I rock a lot of polka dots.
TS: "OMG"
CC: "how did she say it?!"
JD: "jessss... you liiike, rock a lot of polka dotttsss..."
TS: "Wow.."
CC; "That is diabolical."