Well, I should be writing a paper. But, I'm gonna be smart and procrastinate. Smart, huh? Anyway, they WILL get done. I'm coming off of an all-nighter and in a weird mood. So, I decided to harass my best friend back home in Atlanta. He enjoys it though. Sometimes, he harasses me. But, he's nicer so, is it really harassing? By harass, I mean text him randomly. I don't know if any of you have seen the “Gangnam Style” video but, that was the main part of the conversation prior to a little preview about what's to come.
This is basically what happened:
Now, we have known each other since high school (freshman/sophomore year for me, sophomore/junior year for him or something like that). We used to watch this guy I had a big crush on walk into the building. Really. I used to be that pathetic! Needless to say, I've grown up. We both have. However, the older we've gotten, the closer we've gotten- despite the distance. For the record, I got his consent to publish this.
This is basically what happened:
- Me: Tell your boyfriend that he is filming our “Gangnam Style” masterpieces.
- Zac: Ok. Babe babe babe! You remember Oregon Trail, right?
- Me: Yes! Oh my God! I often died of dysentery!
- Zac: I remember too! My family members would always die too and my oxen would drown!
- Me: Haha I always got called “greenhorn” on it. I think my oxen were pretty lucky though.
- Zac: Oh my God! The memories! We need a Lisa Frank, Spice Girls, Glow in the Dark stickers nineties party!
- Me: Look at me! I'm a cobra! (Insert hideous photo of me doing a weird hand gesture mimicking fangs over my mouth)
- Zac: Haha you're crazy but, I love it.
- Me: Did you know that there are balloon fetishists?
- Zac: Yeah, I saw “The Poughkeepsie Tapes” and there was a scene where he asked a pro to pop a balloon with her ass.
- Me: What the hell are “The Poughkeepsie Tapes”? Also, you know what they're called, right?
- Zac: It's a slasher movie. What are they called?
- Me: Looners!
- Zac: Wow, I'll store that in my bank of weird sexual acts.
- Me: Oh my God! Did I tell you about the thirteen inch penis guy that messaged me?!?!
- Zac:...Huh?
- Me: He said its sorta its own state fair attraction
- Zac: So did he show you or is he just bsing?
- Me: He was telling me some story about sending a girl to the hospital. I mean...ewwww...I think it got stuck or something.
- Zac: I bet it's not that big- he'd be an elephant.
- Me: I don't know, but this tamale's good.
- Zac: Yum
- Me: Muy delicioso...Anyway, class is calling. Talk to you later, babe!
Now, we have known each other since high school (freshman/sophomore year for me, sophomore/junior year for him or something like that). We used to watch this guy I had a big crush on walk into the building. Really. I used to be that pathetic! Needless to say, I've grown up. We both have. However, the older we've gotten, the closer we've gotten- despite the distance. For the record, I got his consent to publish this.
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