Tuesday, February 09, 2010
dude jibber jabber
Watched Grey’s last night sandwiched between a bunch of males. Not a bad way to spend a Monday night.
Noticed that the chit chat around the world’s most emo series, is slightly different amongst men.
While chicks will go, ‘Oh shame man,’ or just cry, guys will do this:
Dude 1: Bru, is that chick still munching the other’ chicks rug.
Dude 2: Ja bru.
Peas: Hey would you date your cousin if she looked like Angelina Jolie.
Dude 3: Ja bru. Why.
Peas: No apparently my mum says I have a hot cousin in Seychelles. This propelled me to a new low. Where the only way now can be up, or die.
Dude 3: If this oke gets a liver transplant he’ll be right as rain.
Dude 2: Ja he’ll be hundreds.
Dude 3: Ja good to go.
Dude 1: If that guys squeezes his balls he’ll get a hard on.
Peas: Guys I also have a family member that lives in Australia that sells Pool Gobblers. He’s an agent. Am I living in The Castle.
Dude 2: Check there’s an ad on for Pool Gobblers right there. Is it the same as a Kreepy Krauly?
Peas: Realised have researched my family history to the point where it becomes ugly. I should’ve done the French Royalty side.
Dude 1: The oke just pegged.