Oobs on Purse

I'm not actually on her. It's just an expression people. But if I was to get on her I would be by no means the first person to do so. I am not saying she's easy but she's seen more dick then the locker room attendant at Soldier Field. I'm talking about size not quantity people. Purse is the type of girl you hang out with only after you have taken about four shots of tequila. The next day you can't be sure if your hangover is from the booze or from talking with her for four hours. Both can give you a splitting headache and make you want to vomit in your shoes. Ah, Purse. What can I say about her? She's the only girl I know who got through the entire first year of law school with good grades only to decide "fuck it, I want to do something else." I was kind of pissed because I had a bet going that she'd last at least fourteen months. If she made it through third semester I could have made five hundred bucks. I guess I'll have to make that money the normal way. At the corner of State and Elm.