Me: (@-@)
Friend: Are you okay?
Me: (@-@)
Friend: How many fingers am I holdding up?
me: (@-@)
Friend: I think she's de-
Me: MONKEYS STOLE MY SANITY!!!!
Friend: Why are we friend again?
Me: Because of the stuff and that thing and..... yeah.
Friend: Right....
Me: Zebras have the word "Bra" in it. That must suck for french people.
Friend: How?
Me: 'Cause they'll say "Tank off Ze bra." But, it sounds like "zebra".
Friend: Did sombody throw you against a wall as a baby?
Me: ..... That's a good question......
Later that day....
Friend: I triped over a bra yesterday. I guess you can say it was a, booby trap.
Me: *Snickers* You said "Traps".
Friend: Really?
Me: I made a little bed for my stuffed pig. It was a HAMmick.
Friend: You spelt that wrong....
Me: *Insert witty commant here, because I'm too lazy to do it myself.*
Me: *Sinning* Gonna take over the world, gonna take over the world. You shall all feel my wrath as I take over the world. Gonna lead my squirrle army into battle and take over the world. Feel the wrath as you burn, feel my wrath as you die. Gonna take over the world. Gonna watch the bananas and squirrles kill you and eat your faces while I take over the world!
Friend: You were thrown against a wall as a baby.
Me: You'll die last. ^_^
