Feb 13, 2006 23:14
My friend just called me.
"I found you a boy!"
"Eh?"
"Yes. He's funny and cute and nice, you should keep him."
"Um, 'kay. Who is this boy?"
"His name is *burst of static*...ton."
Thinking, She did NOT just say Benton, as in Fraser the Mountie. Shut up, brain.
"...what?"
"His name is Linton!"
"Linton?"
"Linton."
"Oh. Okay. Good name. ...How is that spelled? With an 'L'?"
Etc.
Luckily his last name is not "Blazer", nor anything that rhymes with it. Otherwise I might actually have to date the guy. (And okay, I might anyway, but this is approximately the eighth time over the course of our friendship that she's started making these noises, and rarely does any actual date come of it. She usually manages to find something wrong with them before we're even introduced. Still - "Linton"? Bwah!)
Now, why am I not reading the book of Luke? Oh, that's right, cause I really dislike the bible this class. *dashes off*
life_morrissey-esque