The name given to somebody who can’t
even stay in a relationship with the most perfect man on earth. She has deep rooted homosexuality that spawns from running in cross country. Her clothing choices are always worthy of a barbecue. Lillian Brodeur’s aren’t
popular enough to win SGA elections by more than a few votes. Her ability to speak at a graduation ceremony is sub par, and writing a speech poses an
even greater challenge. Her greatest achievement to date is making a video in middle school to cheat her way into becoming the freshmen class president and then proceeding to go downhill from there. Panera bread
may be the only entity benefiting off of Lillian Brodeur’s existence, but then again, she leaves orders sitting to freeze while her
friends wait for them. She has a strange resemblance to famed felon Heather Morse. She wants to have a marketing career, but we all know she will give up before the end of Freshman year and become a nun. Ring by spring my ass. During her time on the cross country team, she was referred to as the team Mom, which is evidently
ironic, because no one in their
right mind would impregnate that. She’s at least confident in her college, not so much in her relationship decisions. Pursued a Mexican that was shorter and less charming than her previous
ex Prayton? Standards really were
set high. About as high as her standards for making
pancakes. Man, those were ass.
Avery: Yo Lillian Brodeur just posted on insta
Isaiah: Let me in on this barbecue.
Avery: For sure. Yo ass look like…
