Gone

Regarding Facebook's New Changes

The Roomie:  How do I make this go away?  NO!  I don't want you!  Go away!

Yours Truly:  Tell it you don't want to sleep with it.  It will go away.  I promise.

The Truth Comes Out

Yours Truly:  So, apparently when we're drunk, The Roomie and I are thieves and vandals.

Co-Worker:  You're also kind of assholes.

Big

Yours Truly:  So, apparently, his house isn't over four thousand square feet.  Its just over two thousand square feet.

The Roomie:  He's doing to his house what most boys do to their penises! 

Being Girls

*Roomie humming a tune*

*Me picking up where she left off*

Roomie:  You know what that is, right?  When I hum it at work, people look at me like I'm crazy. 

Me:  Of course I know what it is.  It's Indiana Jones.  Or, Star Wars.  ...You know, if there were a boy here, I'd get punched in the face.