Thursday, April 3, 2008
I'm a dude, he's a dude, she's a dude, we're all dudes
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E: Um dude, don't you think you had enough?
E: Um dude, don't you think you had enough?
D: Hey you look familiar. Don't I know you from somewhere?
E: Ever been to Australia?
D: No.
E: Me neither.
D: I swore. I've seen you some place before.
E: Hey I know! Maybe I'm someone famous. You know, like a baseball player or a pretty nurse.
D: What!? Mehn, what in the world are you talking about?
E: Okay okay. I give up. Who am I?
D: I don't know who you are, or where I know you from, or why you think you're an attractive nurse.
E: This is my place. This is where I come and think. Well, I think.
D: That's funny, 'cause I never took you for much of a thinker.
E: Oh yeah sure, I think about all kinds of things: Good burger. Squirrels. Cardboard boxes. Things that are sticky...
D: I bet you don't have one real problem.
E: Oh, I got six toes on my left foot. What kind of problems do you have?
H: Has small space aliens ever landed in your brain and told you to break in to the zoo and free the kangaroos?
E: Not that I recall.
H: Do you think I'm cute?
E: Sure!
H: What's cute about me?
E: Uhm, your head.
H: You have a cute head, too.
E: Well, I try to keep it nice. So watcha in for?
H: I got in trouble for breaking in to the zoo and freeing all the kangaroos.
E: Oh.
H: My name's Heather.
E: Really? My mom's name is Heather.
H: Really?
E: ...No.
RETARD.