The Eighth Page

Phillipian Satire: Overheard On The Paths

“Yeah I decided to go with the designer mask for today.”

“I don’t think I can physically make it through a whole class period anymore without checking my Snap.”

“Everyone is telling me my forehead is way bigger in real life.” 

“Yeah, well, turns out we weren’t making flirty eye contact.” 

“There’s nothing more romantic than holding the Flag tent flaps open for your crush.”

“Apparently, my six-burner Wolf stove is a ‘fire hazard.’”

“Okay, but is it really THAT crazy to helicopter in a bubble tea from Boston?”