Car Ride Randomness
These are some of the weird things that go on during my car rides back and forth from Southern to home with Hannah. Most of them are due to my bad hearing, but some are due to Hannah's insanity. I'll post more later, as they happen.
*listening to Linkin Park*
Radio: Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes...
Me: *claps hand over mouth and laughs* Ok, I know what they really said, but I just heard fucking in your shoes!
Both: *Hysterical laughter for the next five minutes (from the beginning of Ridgeland to the Jackson exit, for those of you who know), no exaggeration.*
Hannah: I'm not talking to you anymore.
Hannah: I'm thinking about studying abroad next semester.
Me: You're gonna steal my bra next semester? What?!
Hannah: Yes Teresa, I'm going to steal your bra.
Me: *Flashbacks of Shea's sleepover, where my bra was FROZEN, ahem* But what are you going to do with it?
Hannah: How do birds have sex?
Me: How DO birds have sex? Let's ask LC. *calls LC* LC, how do birds have sex?
LC: *snickers* *asks his mom* Mom says they dance, and sprinkle fairy dust on the eggs.
Me: Oooooohhh, ok. That makes sense. Let's ask Merritt. He knows everything.
Hannah: *calls Merritt* He doesn't know. I'll call Aaron. *calls Aaron* He doesn't know either.
(This went on until we reached Hattiesburg, and nobody really knew, but Austin had a pretty close guess.)
Hannah: *hiccup*
Me: *laughs hysterically*
Me: *hits the rumble strip (those indents on the side of the interstate that buzz loudly when you drive over them)*
Hannah: *freaks out* AHHHH!!! What was that?!!!!!!!! You're gonna kill us!
Me: *hits the rumble strip again, this time on purpose*
Hannah, how DO you put up with me?
*listening to Linkin Park*
Radio: Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes...
Me: *claps hand over mouth and laughs* Ok, I know what they really said, but I just heard fucking in your shoes!
Both: *Hysterical laughter for the next five minutes (from the beginning of Ridgeland to the Jackson exit, for those of you who know), no exaggeration.*
Hannah: I'm not talking to you anymore.
Hannah: I'm thinking about studying abroad next semester.
Me: You're gonna steal my bra next semester? What?!
Hannah: Yes Teresa, I'm going to steal your bra.
Me: *Flashbacks of Shea's sleepover, where my bra was FROZEN, ahem* But what are you going to do with it?
Hannah: How do birds have sex?
Me: How DO birds have sex? Let's ask LC. *calls LC* LC, how do birds have sex?
LC: *snickers* *asks his mom* Mom says they dance, and sprinkle fairy dust on the eggs.
Me: Oooooohhh, ok. That makes sense. Let's ask Merritt. He knows everything.
Hannah: *calls Merritt* He doesn't know. I'll call Aaron. *calls Aaron* He doesn't know either.
(This went on until we reached Hattiesburg, and nobody really knew, but Austin had a pretty close guess.)
Hannah: *hiccup*
Me: *laughs hysterically*
Me: *hits the rumble strip (those indents on the side of the interstate that buzz loudly when you drive over them)*
Hannah: *freaks out* AHHHH!!! What was that?!!!!!!!! You're gonna kill us!
Me: *hits the rumble strip again, this time on purpose*
Hannah, how DO you put up with me?