First rule of the “friend zone”: Once you are in the “friend zone,” you will never leave the “friend zone” ever.
Person A: “Who actually enjoys taking poos? For real? Who enjoys that?”
Person B: “I don’t. You know what I like to do? I like to visit the old people at retirement homes…”
Everyone else: ~Oh.~ That’s good.~ Neat.~ Yea, sounds alright.~ Mmhmm.~
Person B: “…and I like to sing to them Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better.”
Everyone else: *ROFLMFAO*
Brett: “Once you go Brett, you never go back.”
Jay: “Once you go Brett, you won’t regret.”
Brett: “Oh no. You’ll eventually regret it. You just won’t go back.”
I didn’t answer him or say I thing and he just kept talking. Nothing he said made any sense….at all. In my mind I was going “the fuck?” (I’m Joe btw).
I would attend church if it were run by Krispy Kreme.
Oh Asian students and your broken English. I raffed so I rost.
“It’s one of those deep anal itches. The ones that require a pointed object to get out. Like a clothespin.”
Of course the root word of aposilicity is apostle. Referring to the apostles in the bible. This came from my New Testament teacher. Picture if you will an Italian man who looks like a real life Gru from Despicable Me. That’s my teacher.
