DUDE!! Mandys!
Alright so this is really horrible, but a testament to my humor, and the sort of friends i would tend to gather in my youth *goofy grin*
A young girl, a few months younger than I, sits on a couch in a dingy-trendy cafe where high school goths and art kids "hang".
We are talking about a husband.
And not because we were raised next to cows and shy Amish. Not because we were products of young marriages our selfs. And not even because we see this anywhere in our future.
We do it because we are bored high schoolers.
"I think I'll go to Ireland to find a husband." my dark redheaded friend states with all the seriousness she can muster. There is a dry chuckle from my side of the couch.
"You know, I hear they beat their wives." I point out after a thoughtful sip of my semi-coffee drink.
"Thats okay," she replies with a shrug and a sly smile "I'll just learn to roll with the punches."
I blink at her with and owl expression, then proceed to choke on my coffee drink.
A young girl, a few months younger than I, sits on a couch in a dingy-trendy cafe where high school goths and art kids "hang".
We are talking about a husband.
And not because we were raised next to cows and shy Amish. Not because we were products of young marriages our selfs. And not even because we see this anywhere in our future.
We do it because we are bored high schoolers.
"I think I'll go to Ireland to find a husband." my dark redheaded friend states with all the seriousness she can muster. There is a dry chuckle from my side of the couch.
"You know, I hear they beat their wives." I point out after a thoughtful sip of my semi-coffee drink.
"Thats okay," she replies with a shrug and a sly smile "I'll just learn to roll with the punches."
I blink at her with and owl expression, then proceed to choke on my coffee drink.