Pick-Me-Up
After three years of living in West Philadelphia, a city where men have zero shame and drool at the Penn girl’s affinity for leggings and other butt-hugging leg-wear, I have come to learn that one must contend with many (FAILED) attempts at attention/ass grabbing. I felt it necessary to share some of the WACK pick-up lines and pick-up attempts that my friends and I have had to deal with, as we traverse the (filthy) streets of the Killadelph, and I’m dying to hear yours.
Freshman year, a Commons employee slipped me a hot pink note, as I was on my daily search for Commons’ food that wouldn’t induce my gag reflex. The note said: “If you haven’t allready noticed (yes, “already” was spelled incorrectly), I have a crush on you. Call me. I get off of work at 11” and his number. He’s been my boyfriend ever since. NOT. Read more…
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