T3 Mane Tamer Flat Iron

Sunday, October 28, 2012

“Tonight’s the night, girls!” Chastity and Purity looked up as Honor burst into the room, waving her Mane Tamer Flat Iron. “Tonight’s the night we’re GOING OUT!”

In the shared bathroom, the Mane Tamer Flat Iron was busy heating as the three girls plotted and prepared.

“I think we should start at the dining hall,” offered Purity. “Everyone has to eat, right?”

“I think we go to the library,” tried Chastity. “I bet there are lots of nice people there and we could also study in between meeting everyone.”

Honor shook her head and waved the Mane Tamer Flat Iron like a wand. “Well, whatever we do, we’re certainly not going to that fraternity dance!”

Chastity took the Mane Tamer Flat Iron and passed the high-yet-gentle heat across her bangs. “Oh, Honor, of course not! Maybe if it was a Friday, sure, but on a school night? We paid a lot of money to be here, we can’t just throw it away.”

“She’s right,” said Purity, glancing at the Mane Tamer Flat Iron’s real-time plate temperature monitor before crimping her towel-dried hair. “We have to be in class so early. How could we ever be irresponsible enough to do something that could result in us coming home late?”

Honor unplugged the Mane Tamer Flat Iron and leaned out of the bathroom door. “We should just go and do laundry!” she yelled extra loud. “Then we can be productive and study to boot!”

Honor’s roommate sighed loudly. “Whatever, I’m getting drunk with a guy and probably not coming back until Tuesday, so do what you want!”

“Can you believe her?” Honor whispered in shock. Chastity and Purity sniffed as they slipped on their high heels.

“So immoral.” said Chastity. “At least she could have the decency to pretend.”

“That’s what makes it classy,” Honor agreed. “A respectable fiction.”

In the Box:

• (1) T3 3522 Mane Tamer Flat Iron

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