Why I Love My Friends.
Jan. 27th, 2007 10:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sechan19There's some stuff that's been going on recently with my grandmother that has flat out sucked. And how could it not, right? She's dying, after all. At any rate, due to various circumstances I was compelled to give up my bed to my mother and my aunt, and I ended up spending the night at my friend, R.'s, house (rather than sleep on a couch across from J.).
Thank god for that.
When I came in at 11pm, drained from the ordeal of watching my relatives weep (and weeping myself) over that horrible old cunt (sorry, but she was... I mean, I love my grandmother, but she was a horrible old cunt), R. and her friend S. were already dozing off. I elected to try dozing off with them, although I was somewhat wired in spite of all the draining.
We made jokes back and forth for a couple of minutes before the following exchange unfolded...
Me: Snoogins.
R: Nugga nugga nooch.
Laughter.
R. began to hum something that I didn't recognize, but I stayed with the Jay & Silent Bob theme...
Me: My jungle love - oh wee oh wee oh.
R: Dude, that was the theme to Night Court.
Me: Whatever. I didn't watch TV. I still don't watch TV.
R: Okay, Miss Episode 32 of Star Trek Deep Space Nine Thousand.
Me: Hey! That's Star Trek - that's not TV.
R: You were into Xena, weren't you.
Me: [pause]
R: You were!
Me: Fuck you.
R: You're all lesbian and shit.
Me: Hey, that shit was produced by Sam Raimi; it was fucking awesome.
R: Sure, "Warrior Princess."
Me: My name does actually mean Warrior Princess.
R: I know. And you got your hair in braids...
Me: Which makes me more like Gabrielle, actually...
R: And your mad bush.
Me: Mad bush!
Laughter.
Me: Just for that I'm coming over with my motherfuckin' weedwacker and shit. Gonna wack my mad bush in your living room.
R: Fool, you gonna wack that shit in the bathtub. And then I'm gonna have to put some drano in that shit.
Crazy laughter...
...for, like, two minutes.
...like best-abdominal-workout-I've-ever-had style laughter.
R: Poor S. I wonder if he can sleep over there.
Me: I hope so, because if he can't he knows way more about my twat that he probably ever wanted to.
More laughter.
S: Dude, you guys are making it really hard to pretend to be asleep.
Communal laughter...
Thank god for that.
When I came in at 11pm, drained from the ordeal of watching my relatives weep (and weeping myself) over that horrible old cunt (sorry, but she was... I mean, I love my grandmother, but she was a horrible old cunt), R. and her friend S. were already dozing off. I elected to try dozing off with them, although I was somewhat wired in spite of all the draining.
We made jokes back and forth for a couple of minutes before the following exchange unfolded...
Me: Snoogins.
R: Nugga nugga nooch.
Laughter.
R. began to hum something that I didn't recognize, but I stayed with the Jay & Silent Bob theme...
Me: My jungle love - oh wee oh wee oh.
R: Dude, that was the theme to Night Court.
Me: Whatever. I didn't watch TV. I still don't watch TV.
R: Okay, Miss Episode 32 of Star Trek Deep Space Nine Thousand.
Me: Hey! That's Star Trek - that's not TV.
R: You were into Xena, weren't you.
Me: [pause]
R: You were!
Me: Fuck you.
R: You're all lesbian and shit.
Me: Hey, that shit was produced by Sam Raimi; it was fucking awesome.
R: Sure, "Warrior Princess."
Me: My name does actually mean Warrior Princess.
R: I know. And you got your hair in braids...
Me: Which makes me more like Gabrielle, actually...
R: And your mad bush.
Me: Mad bush!
Laughter.
Me: Just for that I'm coming over with my motherfuckin' weedwacker and shit. Gonna wack my mad bush in your living room.
R: Fool, you gonna wack that shit in the bathtub. And then I'm gonna have to put some drano in that shit.
Crazy laughter...
...for, like, two minutes.
...like best-abdominal-workout-I've-ever-had style laughter.
R: Poor S. I wonder if he can sleep over there.
Me: I hope so, because if he can't he knows way more about my twat that he probably ever wanted to.
More laughter.
S: Dude, you guys are making it really hard to pretend to be asleep.
Communal laughter...
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Date: 2007-01-31 07:44 am (UTC)If you're truly worried about mental images then you may not be all that interested in an explanation of why the adjective "mad" was selected as a descriptive term. ;)
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