Now with more drool!
Dec. 4th, 2004 10:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I can't stop laughing.
This is probably one of those You Had To Be There ones, but I'm going to try.
So I'm sitting on my bed. More lying on my chest propped on my elbows so I can type.
Dave is sucking on a Starburst and wanders into my room, making his techno-beat mouth noises. (He and some friends had an a cappella techno band for a short time.) "Woonch-a-woonch-a," he says, and comes to stand by my bed.
It's an awkward angle for me to look, so instead I roll over onto my back and look up at him like that.
"What's up?" I ask.
Jokingly, Dave takes my head between his hands and makes crude pelvic thrusting gestures, continuing with his techno noises. I start to laugh at how ridiculous that is, and he looks down, and suddenly all the Starburst drool, built up while he was too busy techno-ing to swallow it, falls out and splashes all over my face.
He was so horribly embarrassed and I can't stop laughing. It was like, a cup of drool. All over the place. He was absolutely mortified. So gross.
Yeah, I just choked on my own spit laughing so hard. (I was eating a Starburst too.)
It's kind of being a wasted evening. Besides the above, all we've done is re-watch How To Kill A Mockingbird (see yesterday's post for link-- several minutes of sheer awesome!) and sit around waiting for Corey or Sean to call. Because Corey called this morning, and was like, "Sean's in town this weekend! I gotta work until 9 at Target but I'll call you afterward and we should all hang!" So i've manfully refrained from changing into my PJs yet, and we've sat around, but I don't think Corey's gonna actually call. Because he's a little bitch like that. It's not like he's forgotten about us-- we even went to Target, and saw him there, because I needed to buy stuff. (Wow, I'm so totally broke. That rules. Not.)
But, he hasn't called and probably won't.
So, we're reduced to things like the above...
I rail against you, Corey, for leading us into degeneracy!
This is probably one of those You Had To Be There ones, but I'm going to try.
So I'm sitting on my bed. More lying on my chest propped on my elbows so I can type.
Dave is sucking on a Starburst and wanders into my room, making his techno-beat mouth noises. (He and some friends had an a cappella techno band for a short time.) "Woonch-a-woonch-a," he says, and comes to stand by my bed.
It's an awkward angle for me to look, so instead I roll over onto my back and look up at him like that.
"What's up?" I ask.
Jokingly, Dave takes my head between his hands and makes crude pelvic thrusting gestures, continuing with his techno noises. I start to laugh at how ridiculous that is, and he looks down, and suddenly all the Starburst drool, built up while he was too busy techno-ing to swallow it, falls out and splashes all over my face.
He was so horribly embarrassed and I can't stop laughing. It was like, a cup of drool. All over the place. He was absolutely mortified. So gross.
Yeah, I just choked on my own spit laughing so hard. (I was eating a Starburst too.)
It's kind of being a wasted evening. Besides the above, all we've done is re-watch How To Kill A Mockingbird (see yesterday's post for link-- several minutes of sheer awesome!) and sit around waiting for Corey or Sean to call. Because Corey called this morning, and was like, "Sean's in town this weekend! I gotta work until 9 at Target but I'll call you afterward and we should all hang!" So i've manfully refrained from changing into my PJs yet, and we've sat around, but I don't think Corey's gonna actually call. Because he's a little bitch like that. It's not like he's forgotten about us-- we even went to Target, and saw him there, because I needed to buy stuff. (Wow, I'm so totally broke. That rules. Not.)
But, he hasn't called and probably won't.
So, we're reduced to things like the above...
I rail against you, Corey, for leading us into degeneracy!
