There was a group of about 3 or 4 obnoxious, loud, and magnificently stupid teenage boys on the 780 this morning.
Dumbass A: What's estrogen?
Dumbass B: It makes you gay, dude.
Then wouldn't all women be lesbians?
[part of some joke about prostate cancer, which ruffled my feathers as my father is a prostate cancer survivor. Of course, they were such inveterate dickheads that I was already wishing I was sitting closer to them if only so I could "accidentally" stab one with a knitting needle.]
Dumbass A: Where's your prostate?
Dumbass C: Right here, dude.
Dumbass A: Oh, I thought it was in your ass.
No, that's where your head is lodged. Dumbass.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
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It's pretty hard for me to get my feathers ruffled, knowing how stooopid teenaged boys are.
I have felt like poking someone with my needles, several times.
Well, 780 buses are longer than the normal city bus, probably by about 1/3. I was sitting about 1/4 of the way back. They were sitting about 3/4 of the back. The bus was pretty crowded. They had to be extremely loud for me to hear their entire conversation verbatim. If they had been speaking at a normal conversational volume where they could hear each other, I wouldn't have heard them and would not have had to start mentally designing amigurumi voodoo figures named Dumbasses A, B, and C.
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