my sophomore year at umass boston, i had a friend named kathleen. kathleen and i had spanish class together. kathleen was always mad high. she was also 54 years old. kathleen and i used to hang out at her apartment over by charles mgh. she was on the atkin's diet and usta stay making me omelets. she was truly the shit. i lost touch with her, i really wish i hadnt, cus she was a fucking character. i will never forget the time we were sitting in the cafeteria eating some bunk ass salads from the salad bar when she started talking to me about this V.T. shit as if i knew what the fuck she was talking about. i was like wait wait wait, slow down, what the fuck is V.T.? kathleen then looked at me like i was a fucking idiot and said "you know vagina throbs". i was like whooooooooa now. anyway the point of this post, is that V.T is fucking real and it can be kind of a problem. sometimes you get that feeling, you know, arousal, and then there's just like, no turning back and you find yourself making out with a dude that got no teeth or some washed up dude that usta be kinda fine from back in the day but who now got a kid. V.T. is pretty much like that strange feeling you got when you caught a pair of tits on television when you were 8 and it felt kinda wrong but kinda right.
V.T. muthaaaaaaaaaaaafuckas!
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