Sunday, October 26, 2003
A Mid-booty Conversation
Him: Hey, do you even know what my name is?
Karla: Um...Well do YOU know what MY name is?
Him: Karla
Karla: Uhh...Something with a "D"?
Him: It's Brian.
Brian, Right. Thanks.
Later that Evening...
Brian (apparently): Hey, why'd you write your number on such a tiny piece of paper?
Karla: So it will fit in your wallet easier?
Brian: What's this number here? Is that a 9 or an 8?
Karla: It might be a 3. Figuring it out will be fun, right?
Brian: Just tell me your number and I'll put it in my phone right now.
Karla: (mumbles)
Brian: What was that?
Karla: Why don't you just give me your number? Here's a very tiny piece of paper...
Granted, this was after I was declared "Incredible" no less than 5 times, so you really can't blame the guy.
What can I say? I'm awesome.
Karla: Um...Well do YOU know what MY name is?
Him: Karla
Karla: Uhh...Something with a "D"?
Him: It's Brian.
Brian, Right. Thanks.
Later that Evening...
Brian (apparently): Hey, why'd you write your number on such a tiny piece of paper?
Karla: So it will fit in your wallet easier?
Brian: What's this number here? Is that a 9 or an 8?
Karla: It might be a 3. Figuring it out will be fun, right?
Brian: Just tell me your number and I'll put it in my phone right now.
Karla: (mumbles)
Brian: What was that?
Karla: Why don't you just give me your number? Here's a very tiny piece of paper...
Granted, this was after I was declared "Incredible" no less than 5 times, so you really can't blame the guy.
What can I say? I'm awesome.