Friday, May 30, 2008

day at Jones Beach: conversations overheard

Listen, let me just correct one fact. That summer, I didn't have a job and you didn't NOT have a job...
You're at the beach. Take it off.
No. I'm fat.
I'm fat, too!
She only buys frozen stuff. The only way I can eat it is to mix it all up together and pretend it's mashed potatoes.
You'd be up for camping, right?
I don't know if I'm emotionally equipped for camping.
I can't get a direct flight to Salt Lake City, have to fly to Long Beach then back to Salt Lake, how ridiculous is that?
I had to fly to Vegas to go to Florida once.
I forgot 50 for the baby.
You got 30, right? Just put it on twice.

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