So This Is War (Vancouver Agitators, #5)

by Meghan Quinn

“Penis,” I shout. “Huh?” “Uh, don’t touch my penis.” She stands back. “I wasn’t going to. I was going to suggest tucking your shirt in.” I stand taller, prouder. I flip my scarf over my shoulder, and with my chin held high, I say, “And I suggest you don’t touch my penis.” “Okay, suggestion received, but I wasn’t going to touch it.”

Something about shouting the word penis will always be funny to me. Im immature af.

There are two types of people in the world. People who let a piece of bacon slap their chin after biting into it, and people who like their bacon to turn into dust in their mouth after one bite.

Big facts. There is only 1 right answer.

pebbles.

STOP CALLING NIPPLES PEBBLES

“That night, when I found out you were the one stealing my bologna in the stadium, that was the night I knew you were meant for me.”

Lol