Dorms

"Oooo, they're so supple and plump. I just want to touch em and kiss em until they swell over, your cups certaintly do runneth over. Oh woman why do you torment me so?" -Kyle's no doubt having another one his recurring "dreams", his crude conversation offering little to imagine regarding the subject of his dreams. Deep in the subconscious, the dream would play out the same , each time he came closer to a glimpse, his dream would be cut short by the abominable alarm clock, this day would be no different, the buzzing chime echoed at the mark of 7 am, displacing Kyle from his fantasy and back to reality, a fist immediately smashing the alarm clock into debris, Kyle sitting up against his bed, a hand muffled a lite yawn".

"You know, I really need to start showing restraint, oh well the student body is just going to have replace me another clock-