Taco: Hmm.
Blue: Shut up.
Blue: Jackass.
That's all I've got. I forgot the stuff that came earlier, and now Blue won't tell me what it was. It was pretty awesome, though.
So your mission, dear reader, is to make up something funny that came just before it.
So there, Blue.
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Blue, why you always gotta be hatin?
Always with the hate, this one.
Blue: All right, FINE! Without going into detail, it involved a cattle prod, a bull whip, and a branding iron the summer after my junior year of college when I worked on a cattle ranch in Wyoming for extra money. And if you say ANYTHING to anyone about this, I'll kill you. *does a woosh memory erasey on Taco*
Huh. Those are apparently not the droids I've been looking for.
The droids you're looking for are in my pants.
Everything I come up with to go before that is exceptionally filthy in a way that I dare not repeat. However I will try to get Blue to tell me at which time I will lord it over you lot that I know and you don't.
*waves hand in the air*
Ooh! Ooh! Me me me! Ooh! Psst! Call on me, call on me! I am SO GOOD at lording shit over people! It's funny you should say that because the premise of my whole blog entry for today all started when I was lording the fact that I'm going to eat delicious food tonight over my dad! I didn't even know you had written this yet, it's like it was meant to beeeee!!!
Plus, I'm the only one so far who even tried to come up with a beginning to the story. And it makes you sound cool.
Tell me tell me tell me tell me I LOOOVE having stuff to lord over people! It's what keeps me going through life! (besides mischief and dancing and shiny things and running around outside and horses and squeezing babies and ice cream and stuff)
Please oh please oh please oh please!!!!
I will SOOOOoooo make it worth your while. I will lord it. And then I will lady it. And then I'll shut up about it for months, maybe even years, waiting for the perfect opportunity for someone to talk themselves right into a corner and then I will spring it on them in a surprise airborne attack, suspended from wires in the ceiling, hurling lord and lady all OVER those bitches!
All I'm saying is, tell me. You will NOT regret it. All of my lording and ladying will be aimed at directly increasing your power as the Vault of Coolness of Conversation. And I can help re-mind-erasey-woosh Taco whenever you might think he's getting close to remembering it. (Careful, you could put someone's EYE out with that thing!)
Take my business card.
THAT'S what I need...a BUSINESS card... *eyes widen*
And decaf. You also need that. ^_^
You know what's truly frightening? I don't drink coffee. That was me on... me.
Pure West, baby. Pure West.
Damnit Inga, stop being cool. Making the rest of us look bad.
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