Flower Pattern Girl
a species of girl emanating from very christian families. field observations show they always wear long church dresses that are often homemade and are always with a flower pattern.
these girls are very religious, often quirky, sometimes downright insane. for generations science has not known if they fit in the genus of “girl”, but after research the “flower pattern” has been defined as their own species..
the flower patterns are usually very sheltered and have 5-25 siblings. sightings in the wild are rare, though some have been reported at county fairs. a large concentration can be found at bob jones university.
dude#1: hey should i ask out that girl over there?
dude#2: nah man, she’s a flower pattern girl, holding hands is like third base for them.
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