Weddings
Ange and I are in the car and I tell her that if her wedding is open bar, I will definitely be there.
Her response: “If you aren’t at that wedding, you’ll be dead.”
Ange and I are in the car and I tell her that if her wedding is open bar, I will definitely be there.
Her response: “If you aren’t at that wedding, you’ll be dead.”
“I really have to stop doing heroin.”— Padre
Before this, she texted me to ask how to spell heroin, to which my response was: “Why do you need to spell it? Does your drug dealer want your order?”
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Well, there’s two of us here, so I’m going with my earliest memory of Ange. Which is easy because we’ve been talking about it lately. My earliest memory of her is from chorus in high school. The Tague sat us next to each other for the second half of fall my sophomore (her freshman) year. Despite her being younger, I admired her because she wore crazy colors all the time and always brought knitting to chorus. And knitting was cool in high school- I was very jealous (and still am) that she could make something awesome out of a ball of yarn. The Tague ended up sitting us next to each other again in chorus (I think my senior year), but ended up having to separate us because we were so awesome together (see: never paid attention to her).
…are you still petting the unicorns?Amy
Random Girl on the Escalator going down (we were going up): I hate you!
Amy: Those are strong words.
Angela: What?
Amy: Those are strong words.
Angela: Strong birds? Where??
Amy: How’s your lemonade?
Angela: Good.
Amy: Better than the last one?
Angela: Yeah, way better. But not better than state fair lemonade. That stuff’s the shiz.
Amy: What?!
Angela: What?
Amy: You like jizz…?
Angela: What?!
Amy: You said it tasted like jizz…
Angela: NO. I said it was the shiz.
Amy: Oh.
“I invested my time in this story and I want the finished product.” - Angela to Amy after Amy begins a story and then completely forgets the point of it.
Amy: “It’s better than Classic Yellow mustard, but it’s not really spicy…”
Angela: “Really? Zac Efron says otherwise.” (flashes Zac Efron bandaid on hand)
Amy: “Stop shaking your leg!”
Angela: “I can’t!”
Amy: “Yes you can. Just stop moving it.”
Angela: “Your fart noises were your decision. I can’t help this.”
Me: “I think I may just get the Michelob Ultra…”
Angela: “Did you just say you were ordering Michael Bolton?”
Amy: They were priority mail? Aww.
Angela: …..I didn’t email anyone…
Amy: Umm… I said they were priority mail… the sticker on the box….
Angela: Ohhh.
Angela: Have I ever seen a sticky bun made???? No.
Amy: No. I asked if you’ve ever seen Phantom Gourmet!
Angela: Oh.
[Amy and Angela are in the car; the Glee Soundtrack is playing]
Amy: Do you think Matthew Morrison is Jewish?
Ange: Who?
Amy: He’s Mr. Shue, the teacher on Glee…
Ange: I haven’t seen them all yet…
[Amy finds the cd case and tells Angela to open it so she can show her]
Amy: He’s that one.
Ange: (nodding) Oh. He could be gay.
Amy: Gay? I asked if you thought he could be Jewish.
Ange. Oh, well that too.