Feb 26, 2007 13:22
Emily is discussing this morning about how I harrassed poor J.B. on Friday. J.B. was hung over and he only wanted to lay down and sleep, so I naturally rode his butt all period long.
Bethany said, "How old is J.B., like 14?"
"Oh, yeah, he's in ninth grade," Emily asserts. "What's happening with these younger kids?"
J.B. is what, back in the day, we would have called a goat roper. Wrangers, boots, western belt buckle, etc. So, I, feeling clever, said, "Yeah, and what's so bad is that it's not J.B.'s first rodeo." Meaning that I know this is NOT the first time J.B.'s been a little, you know.
Bethany, who's made a 30 on her ACT, valedictorian of her class, probably going to Duke in the fall, says, "Hmmm, I guess that's why I never got drunk when I was that age. I've never been to a rodeo."
Emily, Morgan and Rachel fall off their chairs and roll around on the floor laughing. Bethany pulls her sweatshirt up over her head and says, "OH! That was a figure of speech!"
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