Over dinner in a local pub…
Al: [audible burp] Excuse me.
Me: Day cashy, saddy eggo.
Al: What?
Me: I said, “Stay classy, San Diego.” … only you couldn’t understand, because I had my mouth full.
I’m totally taking etiquette questions over at my other blog, btw.
That’s awesome.
You are teh smooth. ^_^
kate and al: the true chicagoland love story.
I haven’t anything more intelligent to say that hahahahaha, but he and I enjoyed that post so much we had to acknowledge it.
AWE.SOME.
I love it.
Last night my sister and I got involved with (well, I started it) group conversation extolling the virtues of, and debating personal preferences regarding, wait for it… Drake’s cakes.
We were like Stepford wives, only fat.
Hee! I love that this was in a pub, too.
That’s cute. Sounds kinda like my house except it usually goes:
Me: *Beeeeeeeeeeeeelch* heeheee
BF: Ew what the hell did you eat?
Me: *More giggling*I am a petite flower.
Etc it degenerates from tehre.