Week 12 Best-of

ASO to my physical and breast exam being the most action I've gotten all summer.

ASO to not being able to SIT UP from my bedroom floor for 21 hrs straight after a long night in mad-town

Potential SO to my coworker saying she'd do me, but it'd be vaguely whoreish...does that mean I should go for it?

SO to the 3-year old I babysit for pointing at the pimple on my face and saying, "You have a boo-boo! We have neosporin and a band-aid if you want?"...I'd make it an ASO, but she's just too damn cute saying it.

SO to finding this on the "about me" section of my Harvard friend's facebook profile:
"Shout Out to introducing my friend at Harvard to Shout-outs. Can we just tack that onto the list of reasons why Madison > Ivy Leagues?" Even bigger SO to the fact that he recognizes the truth.

SO to the stoplight at Doty/Broom for flashing the shocker instead of the stop hand.

ASO to learning that by naming my dog Xena, in Arabic it means adultery...and I just thought I was paying homage to the warrior princess!

SO to managing to swing my rent this month thru a combination of donating plasma and whoring myself out to the psych department.

SO to being a nude photography model-- If these photos show up on the internet someday and my students find them I'm going to be PROUD.

SO to the SOC. i love you and your need for 69 shoutouts.

ASO to my summer being one epic fail after another. I suck.

SO to my Dad - when my brother said, "I can't believe you sold that car, I loved that car, I had sex in that car!" he replied with "with anyone else?" Oh masturbation...

ASO to acid trips at the KK. I swear there were people actually having sex on the dance floor. Damns girls get some self respect!

just a question... where are we with the shoutout shirts?

ASO to getting so drunk that I fell into a load of thorns and couldn't get out for half an hour. SO to the only person who saw being so drunk themselves that they forgot almost instantly. ASO to being so drunk that I then called up the guy I like and informed him of my drunken falling into thorns. I guess once the scratches heal I'll have to find someone else to go see Batman with