a poem
when i was at the northeastern hockey game,
there were these two little asian girls
wearing children's dresses and toting massive blankets
because they were cold, right?
i commented on them
and jamie's friend sean was like
"she's a princess."
and i was like "from where?!"
"uganda."
"she's not from uganda."
"she married in."
"i'm pretty sure you can't do that in africa."
"she was a virgin, so they let her"
and then i finally saw jamie laughing and shaking her head.
and i felt bereaved
because the skanky asian girl was not really a princess
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