I caught up with my old roommate, Brooke, on the phone tonight. She's called me a couple times lately and has left hilarious messages, but I've been a complete slacker and didn't call her back until tonight.
Luckily for me, she'd taken a Tylenol Cold Nighttime about 20 minutes before I called her, so I got some golden material.
She and some friends got together to watch what was apparently a really crappy chick flick the other night. Her invite list, according to her? "Only girls and gay guys can come."
"Someday I'll go to Cirque du Soleil, and by someday, I mean when a boy will take me and pay for me."
Then, after hearing a friend drop an f-bomb this week, I realized the only time in my life where I ever found that word not incredibly painful to my ears and kind of hilarious was when Brooke launched it. About our other roommate's boyfriend (and now husband). In front of that roommate. It was wildly inappropriate (she did apologize the next day!), but oh, man, at the time it was absolutely hilarious to the two of us.
I love Brooke. (she's in the middle in the pic)
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for the record: i am not actually a terrible person
How have I not heard that story???
Seriously?! Okay, we have to do a conference call or something on that one. Can you Skype a three-way call?
Tylenol Cold Nighttime - what a great thing!
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