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High School was all about mean girls and cliches, trying to clamber on the head footballer’s dick or catch a glimpse at the star cheerleader in the changing rooms. To break it down, we were all obnoxious, horny little bastards - look how much we’ve changed.
Here we go, Paxton. Channel your former self and try not to think too hard about anything. Better get those drinks flowing, because in one hour I'm calling a mass game of Spin the Bottle.
Participation is not voluntary.
M xo
High School was all about mean girls and cliches, trying to clamber on the head footballer's dick or catch a glimpse at the star cheerleader in the changing rooms. To break it down, we were all obnoxious, horny little bastards - look how much we've changed.
For one night, and one night only, I'm giving you all the chance to throw away your adult responsibilities and try being a teenager again. In true 90's kids style we're taking over the campus with cheap beer and bad music. Our parents are scattered around the country, and there is no-one to tell us what to do. Friday nights are so sophisticated, so my party starts tonight TUESDAY, 22nd at 8PM GMT, 2PM EST or 12PM PST, with party games to follow shortly after. Dress code is cheerleaders or jocks, and you can bet I'll be having some fun with you all.
Before you decide not to come, Paxonites, remember that I know more than I'd ever let on.
Your secrets aren't safe with me.
Everybody has that one person who they physically can't stand being near, I have several hundred of them. I want to know who's really rubbing you up the wrong way this weekend, and why.
Or who used to rub you up the right way, but doesn't anymore, if you know what I mean.
Send me your opinions on your classmates, Paxtonites, and when I get back from bleaching my eyes I will tell you whether I agree, or disagree.
Don't hold anything back.
M xo
Well isn't it quaint to see you all playing your stupid little book-themed inbox games. Shame nothing really exciting has come out of it. I've got a better game, ladies and gentlemen, and I think you're going to like this one. Send me the name of any student and I'll tell you who I'd like to see them with and why.
Remember, one of us knows more than they're letting on. Clue: it's not you.
M xo
Who's the college hottie in your opinion.
Queen Hottie would have to be Miss Santana Lopez, and I will slay the obviously blind person who dares contradict me. That girl was born to be a Victoria’s Secret model, hell she probably came out of the womb in a lacy slip. Sure, she has a voice like nails scraping down a chalkboard and her personality is like wet cardboard, but I could look at her all day long.
The crown for King Hottie goes to Logan Pierce because even Hitler liked a blonde. Lip rings are sexy as fuck, that’s basically one of the rules of college, and if he annoyed me I could just rip it straight out of his mouth while we were kissing. He plays guitar, so is obviously talented with his fingers, what is there not to like? I won’t get into that.
- M xo
who deserves to be taken down a peg or two?
Atticus Hummel definitely has a stick up his ass, I wouldn’t mind too much if someone broke his heart, his ego, or several of his bones.
Skylar Fabray'sattitude annoys me, she's never going to be as hot as her sister even though they're identical, and she's not taking it too well. She needs to step down off her high horse before someone pushes her.
- M xo
I know things, and you want to know things - so it all seems awfully simple.
