So, I’ve composed a conversation I imagine Zube Boy and I would have if we had met in high school. It goes something like this:
Zube Girl: Hi!
Zube Boy: What?
ZG: What’s your name?
ZB: *stares*
ZG: Umm, hello, I like asked you a question.
ZB: Whatever.
ZG: So, like, is black like your favorite color?
ZB: Yeah. Is that cheerleading uniform your favorite outfit?
ZG: Hee hee. Give me a, yes sirree!
ZB: *eyerolling*
ZG: So.
ZB: So, why are you talking to me?
ZG: Oh my God, like, I’m just trying to be nice.
ZB: Okaaay.
ZG: *eyerolling*
ZB: What are you so happy about?
ZG: Why are you so grumpy?
ZB: Pffbt. Cheerleading bimbo.
ZG: Hmmph. Grumpy Goth dude.
Then, we’d each turn to our respective crowd. The Cheerleaders and the Goths.
ZG: *doing the cuckoo ear thing* Dude, that guy is psycho! Oh my God.
ZB: *acting cool, like he doesn’t realize he was just in the presence of greatness* What an irritating bimbo.
To say the least, I am oh so glad we did not meet in high school. ‘Cause we woulda not been BFF. Know what I mean?
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Nostalgia For What Never Was
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Labels: Z-Boy Is an Ass-Monkey
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