Me: Holy shit, that girl at the bar is gorgeous!
Mel: (turns to look) Oh my god. Wow. She's got the body, the hair, the face and look at those boobs. Damn.
Me: I know, right?
Mel: (contemplating current seedy location) I bet she's lost. We should offer to help her. Like, slip her a note that says "wink twice if you've been kidnapped".
Me: Then, when we get her in the parking lot, we push her in the mud puddle.
Mel: HIGH FIVE.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Conversations Men Never Have
Labels: My Peeps, quickies, vanity, Weekend Update
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8 little kittens say Meow:
Yeah Baby!! High Five!!
It's so true.
I KNEW that there was reason I liked you so much, and this one entry defines it all!!
You know that she's going to die of silicone poisoning by age 30, don't you? That's what I tell myself, anyway.
Actually that is the conversation they were having while they were loading the dishwasher after Christmas lunch, like that would happen.
Seriously laughed out loud at the thought of men doing dishes!
Here's my typical response when I see someone like that..."Bitch"...and then I go on my merry way, sort of just makes me feel that much better, I'm not sure why!
I've been well trained to do dishes, apparently its not just a woman's job.
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