Today marks the beginning of a new week at ONW, but even the worst Sunday morning hangover wouldn't be able to erase the vulgar memories of what happened this weekend.
As I mentioned before, "good thing's come to those who wait" has proven itself once again. This weekend occurred another 'infamous' get together of many Ravens- the typical jock crew and loose legged Sally's. Though, this weekend all hook-ups didn't go as "smoothly" as planned.
The football player managed to intoxicate his lucky, but willing, "victim" of the night- and he did a good job, might I add, but once the "excited" football player and his wasted tart hit the couch, well, you could say that our football player wasn't as "excited" as he was before he reached the panties. Actually, he was bombarded with quite the unwelcoming surprise.. a very, hairy, surprise. Their time on the couch didn't last long, and although our little Rapunzel was dazed and at a clear loss of judgement, she still had enough wits about her to realize that she and her scraggly locks had been rejected.
It just goes to show that sometimes the desperate, aren't all that desperate. Once our football player ditched the couch, he didn't bother not to kiss and tell. In fact, the entire party got the dirty (and hairy) details in a matter of minutes! I guess that's what happens when you spread your hairy secrets to the world, lady Raven.
I can assume that it's safe to say that you won't be smuggling away anymore of your sister's birth control for awhile.
Use this week wisely Ravens.
Yours truly, O.A
