Day 100: One Century Past!

I'm going to tell you about Cellulite Girl. You don't need to know about two bum girl, she's not worthy of a story. I'll just say, quickly, she had two bums, one on top of the other and yet oddly strange it was that she did not seem to have tremendous weight anywhere else on her body. Back to reality and we are going to be horrified. I was sitting here and Lisa there, next to me. Her filthy boyfriend was next to her; he was disgusting beyond grossest things. Anyway, Cellulite Girl was all prancing around like she was something worthy of googling yes. Only it was Lisa and I who were looking and we certainly we not in the googling. Hideous no. She stomped over to the teacher and was standing there in front of my desk. Maybe she was advertising with her bum wiggling in the air. Lisa and I were in a state of disapproval she was in our way, but.... Lisa was, is, in to close inspection of the microscopic kind and zoomed her eyes in on to Cellulite Girls thigh. I had no idea, but Lisa was in a giggle festive fit rolling around in her chair and she whispered'n'giggled and gasped for breath as she spoke these words "Look...at...her...thigh! IT"S GOT RIPPLES!" And there I saw it. Cellulite Girl was wearing ultra tight, white stride-like trousers and we, the special two, could see the cellulite bursting the seems!

The BoggleyEyed Genie Is Getting Nearer.