A funny... HAW HAW HAW!!! *grin*
Hanging out with a few friends after the bars have communicated, in no uncertain terms, that we indeed did not have to go home, but we most certainly needed to get the fuck out. Like thirty minutes ago. As in, hint hint, you all can have the exact same conversation in the sodding parking lot. Thank you, appreciate it, be safe. *cue the sounds of doors being shut, deadbolts being thrown, and lights, including the neon signs that help illuminate the parking lot oh-so-recently populated, being turned off - with finality!)
Four of us end up in a rather nice house, randomly scattered across a queen-sized bed that happens to be the only piece of furniture in the room we're in that we can sit on. One decides that eternally screwing with his PC nano universe takes precedence and manages, quite successfully, to fade almost entirely out of the ensuing conversation, even though the rest of us are actually guests in his home. The remainder of us -
Screw that. I was apparently feeling my writer's streak. Not so today! lol Oh yeah... it's ... 07/29/09 now. I'll do this in IM format.
me: *sitting indian-style, cross-stitching*
Jesse: I'm feeling an uncomfortable vibe coming from you. Are you uncomfortable?
me: Me? No, not really... unless you mean my back and my legs. Those're KILLIN' me right now.
Jesse: No, I thought you were uncomfortable because you thought I was staring at your chest. Because I'm not. And I don't want you to feel uncomfortable.
me: *looks around disbelievingly* Uh... no... I didn't think you were staring at my chest. *stares at her needlework, then back at Jesse* I was... *gestures to needlework* ...doing this.
Jesse: Oh. That's good. Because I wasn't staring at your chest; I'm not that kind of guy.
me: *smiles* I didn't think you were. We were having a great existential conversation before this little lull.
Jesse: *grins back (and GODS, how hot that is)* Yeah! You're cool shit. Which is why I didn't want you to think I was doing that. Most definitely would NOT be staring at your chest, butgoddamnIwishyouwouldtakethatfuckingshirtoff. *looks mightily suprised* Oh, shit! Did I-
me: *falls over laughing*
BRILLIANT!!
Who scoffed at Freud?!
Four of us end up in a rather nice house, randomly scattered across a queen-sized bed that happens to be the only piece of furniture in the room we're in that we can sit on. One decides that eternally screwing with his PC nano universe takes precedence and manages, quite successfully, to fade almost entirely out of the ensuing conversation, even though the rest of us are actually guests in his home. The remainder of us -
Screw that. I was apparently feeling my writer's streak. Not so today! lol Oh yeah... it's ... 07/29/09 now. I'll do this in IM format.
me: *sitting indian-style, cross-stitching*
Jesse: I'm feeling an uncomfortable vibe coming from you. Are you uncomfortable?
me: Me? No, not really... unless you mean my back and my legs. Those're KILLIN' me right now.
Jesse: No, I thought you were uncomfortable because you thought I was staring at your chest. Because I'm not. And I don't want you to feel uncomfortable.
me: *looks around disbelievingly* Uh... no... I didn't think you were staring at my chest. *stares at her needlework, then back at Jesse* I was... *gestures to needlework* ...doing this.
Jesse: Oh. That's good. Because I wasn't staring at your chest; I'm not that kind of guy.
me: *smiles* I didn't think you were. We were having a great existential conversation before this little lull.
Jesse: *grins back (and GODS, how hot that is)* Yeah! You're cool shit. Which is why I didn't want you to think I was doing that. Most definitely would NOT be staring at your chest, butgoddamnIwishyouwouldtakethatfuckingshirtoff. *looks mightily suprised* Oh, shit! Did I-
me: *falls over laughing*
BRILLIANT!!
Who scoffed at Freud?!