Folding, spindeling, and mutilating lauguage for fun since Aug, 2004
Tuesday, 05 December 2006

I was sitting in the hallway outside Grasshopper's orchestra practice.  Two teenaged girls were giggling and gossiping, and planning for next weekend, even though it was Monday night.

I wasn't trying to evesdrop.  I was trying to push through a particularly dense section of part two of Thomas Paine's Rights of Man (I am trying to get to "The Age of Reason"  where I hope to find out if I really am a Deist for really real...but I like to do things in the right order.)

Anyway, their conversation that had been a back-ground cacaphony of white noise suddenly became a chrystal-clear transmission cutting through my concentration:

Girl one: "I don't know what came over him this morning, he was like all over me."

Girl two: "yeah."

Girl one: "Like, 'How are you?' and 'what are you doing later?' and 'I like your shoes.'"

Girl two: "Omigod, so weird."

Girl one: "Yeah.  And I'm like, dude, back off, I mean, two gays do NOT make a straight."

 

I almost ruptured myself trying not to burst out laughing.

Tuesday, 05 December 2006 09:09:29 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [2] |  |  | #
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