Overheard
Anyway I heard someone say as they passed by
It was only common
sense that stores change constantly, places are bought out so on and so la la
la. Other comments, like when people make make-fun of someone’s clothing whilst
they’re dressed up in yolo-swag for the redneck set, makes it difficult for me to stifle my
laughter. “That girl’s outfit is hideous.” Says the girl
in zebra print
EVERYTHING, or the dude dressed like a pimped out golfer. This past week-end I
passed by a girl who was complaining how she didn’t get respected while her
boobs hung out her too tight tank top, no bra and holey sweats… imagine that.
People warning their children to behave or they’re leaving them at the store… I
like that one, especially when they haven’t heard this threat before, the
reactions are great.I always tried to make those around me laugh "quiet or we're duct taping you to the roof."
As I walked into my
first class of the semester I overheard my teacher say he was going to begin a
clothing line. He would re-purpose clothing he found on the roadside and sell
it. Road kill clothing. I began laughing so hard, I’m pretty sure I snorted.
yeah something like this |
When I’m over heard
it usually is when everyone gets quiet and I say something along the lines of “
I don’t know why people think it’s okay to send me
naked photos” Or “Please, let me
swallow first.” My other fun trick is I know a lot of words, and
sometimes I mix them up, sometimes… it’s bad. I don’t think I’ll ever forget
the day I said Pomeranian and not Palomino… yeah my favorite horse is a
Pomeranian. I love how little they are. The best was at the store and I yelled over the door, "My boobs don't fit in this dress", came out of the room and three guys were standing there.
Brilliant.
While I’ve been putting this together I’ve heard at least three times “ I walked into the wrong part of this conversation.” I really do wish I wrote more of them down.
Brilliant.
While I’ve been putting this together I’ve heard at least three times “ I walked into the wrong part of this conversation.” I really do wish I wrote more of them down.
I think the best was
when I was in French class in Jr. High school. One of the guys in class wouldn’t quit touching me and I
went to tell him “Tu ne touch pas moi”
(*you don’t touch me) But I failed and instead yelled “Je ne touch pas moi.” My teacher
loudly proclaimed “Marie-Yvette, (My
French name) you just said ‘I don’t
touch myself.”
The whole class overheard...
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