Thursday, May 29, 2008
Charlotte: Your professor? You can’t sleep with your professor!
Samantha: I slept with all my professors.
Miranda: And you still got straight C’s?
Charlotte: Well, I think it’s gross. How old is he? You said he fought the Nazis?
Carrie: He’s cute. Anyhow, last night, in his sleep, he murmured something about 18th and Sixth. Then, he wet the bed. But I think he was trying to tell me where to find the lost sample sale.
Miranda: And so you think we should now go pretend we’re archaeologists?
Samantha: I’ve slept with every archaeologist ever.
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