And then I punched her in the face
6:30 PM. Two teenaged girls get on the downtown 5 train at Union Square. One is shoveling horrible-smelling, ketchup-drenched french fries into her consistently open mouth with a fork.
Fry-eater (loudly, mouth full): You know Rayquonda?
Friend of fry-eater: Who?
FE (spraying bits of chewed potato on friend): RAYQUONDA!
FOFE: Oh yeah. What about her?
FE (smacking lips, slurping fries mid-sentence:) She is so RUDE!
Fry-eater (loudly, mouth full): You know Rayquonda?
Friend of fry-eater: Who?
FE (spraying bits of chewed potato on friend): RAYQUONDA!
FOFE: Oh yeah. What about her?
FE (smacking lips, slurping fries mid-sentence:) She is so RUDE!
posted by Helen the Felon at 2:22 PM
5 Comments:
Irony is a cold bitch.
ROFL!
But how were the fries?
Now that's hot.
This made me laugh out loud. :)
Now gotta go tell my friend SHANIQUA about it! -- Yen
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