Sail away.
Somehow, the marketing department at Full Sail University got this one exactly right. I mean. Look at her. Not sure whether she’ll be one of my fellow students, a TA, or even the professor. But I’m certain that when I matriculate, this pillow-lipped, middle-parted pencil-eared vixen with a troubled, angsty past will first inspire heartfelt poetry the likes of which my forearm has never seen, then spurn my advances and ultimately, unable to withstand the burning which Mellow has affected in my loins (her name is Mellow), I will have dropped out of school and for months, society without even having bothered to collect the refund on my tuition. It was all worth it.
