First Day Back At School
Today was my first day back at school, and the first time my group of friends has been together in over two weeks. Therefore the random was rather frequent, examples below:
Beth: My Mum adopted me a giraffe for Christmas.
Me: Can you go see it at the zoo?
Beth: No it's in the wild.
Luke: I bet it isn't real, I bet they just got an image of a giraffe off Google.
Hanna: I have an itchy shoulder.
Me: A Bitchy Shoulder, WTF?
Our brainstorm of ideas for why we were late to an ICT assembly:
Ashley: We could say I had to go get my key from the office.
Me: We could say we were telekinetically attacked by a hot serial killer with bushy eyebrows.
Hanna: We could say we were telekinetically attacked by your mom.
Hanna: ...and then I started doing it with postboxes.
Me: Incest in the membrane.
David and Hanna: (In perfect unison) Check for semen.
PANTS!
Hanna: I find your lack of pants disturbing.
Me: Nora and Tim are gonna be attacked by pants!
Yasmin: My pants, my pants, my pants, my pants, my lovely lady pants, check them out.
Me: Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding pants.
Seven: Search for the G-String inside yourself, search for the pants that you hide.
Me and Yasmin: When I was young, I used to take it up the bum, and making pants was just for fun, those days are thong.
Ashley: Every night in my pants, I see you, I feel you.
Yasmin: I would do anything for pants, but I won't do thong.
I think we all got a healthy dose of crack and LSD for Christmas.
Beth: My Mum adopted me a giraffe for Christmas.
Me: Can you go see it at the zoo?
Beth: No it's in the wild.
Luke: I bet it isn't real, I bet they just got an image of a giraffe off Google.
Hanna: I have an itchy shoulder.
Me: A Bitchy Shoulder, WTF?
Our brainstorm of ideas for why we were late to an ICT assembly:
Ashley: We could say I had to go get my key from the office.
Me: We could say we were telekinetically attacked by a hot serial killer with bushy eyebrows.
Hanna: We could say we were telekinetically attacked by your mom.
Hanna: ...and then I started doing it with postboxes.
Me: Incest in the membrane.
David and Hanna: (In perfect unison) Check for semen.
PANTS!
Hanna: I find your lack of pants disturbing.
Me: Nora and Tim are gonna be attacked by pants!
Yasmin: My pants, my pants, my pants, my pants, my lovely lady pants, check them out.
Me: Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding pants.
Seven: Search for the G-String inside yourself, search for the pants that you hide.
Me and Yasmin: When I was young, I used to take it up the bum, and making pants was just for fun, those days are thong.
Ashley: Every night in my pants, I see you, I feel you.
Yasmin: I would do anything for pants, but I won't do thong.
I think we all got a healthy dose of crack and LSD for Christmas.