Mike: [Friend]'s ex girlfriend is coming to the bar, with her new boyfriend. [Friend] hates her so every time she walks by we're going to say out-loud how something smells so bad, in hopes that she'll hear us and think it's her.
Mike's Girlfriend: Urgh, it smells like old, unwashed jeans.
Mike: Urgh, it smells like bunch of pennies.
Liz: Urgh, it smells like armpits.
Other Friend: Urgh, it smells like waxing salon's garbage can.
Me: Urgh, it smells like a boat crate of illegal immigrants.
Mike: Urgh, it smells like vagina filled with a guy's splooge.
Liz: Urgh, it smells like child birth.
Mike's Girlfriend: Urgh, it smells like Arab men hitting each other with dead fish.
Mike: Urgh, smells like an orgy.
Friend: Guys, I am so proud of you all.
And it kept going until I almost died from laughter. We are so mature.
I'm so glad I can [relatively] move around again to see friends.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
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Me: It smells like tuna fish from Subway.
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