FRIDAY NIGHT AT OUR DINNER/DRINKING
this table tall or do I need a booster seat?
Abbie: Look, you can sling your titties on it. Did Jacob Young really try to grab my ass?
Leigh: So what are we going to do with Angel?
Nicole: We should give her a fuckin psychic tumor.
still pissed about that asshole vampire.
heard that women who are sexually frustrated take out their energy on crafts.
Abbie: Wow. Think how much Rosie (O’Donnell) decoupages!
Katrina: I’ll bet their crafts take on a phallic shape.
rum, less coke.
Bar Waiter: (to Abbie, about 10 times) More coffee?
SATURDAY AT THE PATIO CAFÉ
Scott approaching) I should give
him my cherry. (she had one from
her drink and was mangling the stem)
Nicole: What’s going on there? (Indicates a man carrying about 15 plastic shopping bags of stuff)
Heather: I think that’s a man’s idea of ‘luggage.’
Poolside Singer: “Nothing like a little reverb.” (fidgets with back of speaker)
Heather: He said, ‘Nothing like a little reverb.’
Katrina: Oh, I thought he said, ‘Nothing like a little reefer.’ I was going to give him a twenty.
We also learned that we have things in common other than GH. We all cringe at poor grammar, laugh when people write to criticize OUR grammar and spell "grammar" "g-r-a-m-m-e-r," never read each other's work until a plagiarizing-safe zone of time has passed and are terrified by the people who bounce up and down on the Songs of Faith commercial.