In high school, my favorite teacher taught AP English. He was way smart and had a wickedly sarcastic sense of humor. He also taught an elective - Comparative Religions. For that class, he had enough copies of the Bible to pass out to everyone, about twenty-five students.He told us that to obtain so many copies, he may or may not have suggested to a prior class of students that whenever they found themselves staying in a hotel - say, during Spring Break - they might help themselves to a Gideons Bible and pass it along. For the good of future students, of course. So whenever it was time to pass out some Bibles? We got to read inscriptions like, "Ruthlessly boosted from the Holiday Inn by Amber and Tasha on such-and-such a date..." Apparently, thinking up euphemisms for stealing is way fun. In honor of my former teacher? I'm bringing it back! Plus, I stole stuff from other people to make up my Kitchen Sink. Duh.
I mercilessly ganked this from The Bloggess. Enjoy. It's so poignant that it almost made me burst into tears. What? I am not crazy! (Okay, maybe I am.)
The Bloggess gave me a five-finger discount on this next one, too (Score!): I have got to start doing more when I'm slacking off.
The following scenario was Bogarted from a Windows Live Messenger conversation:
Me: I don't think I could move to Australia. I'm not too jazzed about those Huntsman spiders.
Her: Meh, they're not so bad. Actually, I just killed a ginormous one.
Me: See, you must not really want me to move there if you are saying these things to me. I had a big spider in the house the other day, but it was probably a midget spider compared to y'alls' spiders.
Her: You should have taken a picture of it and posted it on Facebook.
Me: Not. You would have giggled at my silly little "big" spider.
Her: Don't try to suck one up with the vacuum. It doesn't work.
Me: What, does it just flail around in there? Or does it try to crawl back out? Ewwww.
Her: It does both. It flails and tries to crawl back out.
Me: By the time I went to get the vacuum the thing would get away and then I would spend the rest of the night all crazed waiting for it to appear again.
Her: That's why you keep an eye on it while you back away slowly.
Me: Snort! "Look spider, I'm leaving. Nothing bad is going to happen."
Her: Hahaha!
Me: "It's allll goooood, spider. No one's going to hurt you."
Me: **crosses fingers behind back**
Her: Hahahaha!
Me: whack! whack! whack! whack! whack!
Aaaand scene. That is exactly how it would go if I were trying to best a spider, y'all. And yes, she really does spend most of our MSN conversations giggling at me. I am that funny.
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