M.L.I.S.W :: Cannibals

I realize that I posted a 'My Life Is So Weird' episode very recently but, I've found that when I 'save' things for later they never get posted!  This one was just too absurd to not post!  

*This conversation began by discussing land values when purchased in large quantities*

 

AB1:  You can still buy land in West Virginiafor 50cents per acre!

ME:  Same in Maine!  Unreal!

AB1:  Yeah, but who would want to live in West Virginia with all that incest and all those cannibals?

ME:  Cannibals?

AB1:  Yeah!  There’s a pack of cannibals who live in the woods.

ME:  Really?

AB1:  Yes!  There are cannibals.

AB2:  Why would anyone want to eat someone?

AB1:  Because they’re cannibals!

AB2:  Why would you want to eat someone when you don’t have to?!

AB1:  Because they’re from West Virginia…and they’re cannibals!

AB2:  It’s against the law to eat people!

AB1:  It doesn’t matter to a West Virginian cannibal!

AB2:  Why would you eat people though?  There’s animals out there you can eat!!!!

AB1:  It’s what makes them a CANNIBAL!

AB2:  What?  Do they eat dead people?

AB1:  They kill people…and then they eat them.

AB2:  I just don’t get it….why would eat someone if you didn’t have to....

AB1:  Because they’re from West Virginia and they’re cannibals!

AB2:  No!  It’s not just West Virginia!  It’s everywhere!  There are sick muthafucka’s all over the world!  New York! New Orleans!

AB1:  Maybe in New Orleans with all those coon asses…but not New York City.

AB2:  You have serial killers everywhere!  Look at Dahmer!

AB1:  This is different!  These are cannibals not serial killers – and they live in West Virginia!

AB2:  Dahmer…he sure was a smart genius…

 

*I should note that by this time there were raised voices and flailing arms….and a lengthy conversation ensued...to discuss the merits of various serial killers….how smart they were and where they lived….I wandered into the chart room and began to write furiously*

M.L.I.S.W. Squirrels and Whores

My Life Is So Weird!  Last nights bridge conversation ran from no money (due to whoring) all the way to squirrels - in minutes!!!  Here it is: AB:  I gotta stay on for one more month...

ME:  Why?

AB:  I really need the money.

ME:  Spent too much money on those Dominican Chicas, huh?  (read here for a refresher)

AB:  Yeah....I guess....sorta.

ME:  hmmm.....

AB:  Well, I was trying to save enough to pay off those windows I put into my house.

ME:  That's a good plan...I gotta save to pay off some stuff on my house too.

AB:  I really enjoy those windows!

ME:  That's great!

AB:  I really like watching the squirrels....

ME:  (silent pause)

AB:  Sometimes when I'm home they're my only friends....

ME:  (more silence - I mean what can you say to that?!)

AB:  I like to feed 'em an' shit.  Well I try to feed them....

ME:  (more silence)

AB:  You gotta be careful of 'em - cause they could scratch your face an' shit - I mean...they are wild animals after all...

ME:  (at a total loss for words....)

M.L.I.S.W. - Battered Men

About 0200 in the morning I have Rhianna playing in the background on the bridge....  

ME:  What do you guys think about the whole Rhianna  /  Chris Brown thing?

AB 1:  He's a douche bag

ME:  Yeah, but don't you think she played a part in it all?

AB 1:  You NEVER hit a girl

ME:  Yeah, but she hits him too....

AB 1:  Right, but he's a MAN....what are you saying?!

ME:  I'm not saying it's okay to hit women...I'm just saying she is equally abusive....

AB 2:  Listen, there are A LOT of battered men out there!

ME and AB1:  (Chuckling)

AB 1:  Battered men?!  Listen, just because I'm not going to hit a woman doesn't mean I'm going to stand around to get hit!

AB 2:  What are you going to do if someone kicks you in the nuts?!

AB 1:  How does that happen?!  They have to come at you from the front!

AB 2:  Listen...them sumbitches can sneak up on you!

AB 1:  They're coming at you from the FRONT!

AB 2:  You're not looking at their FEET!

 

*Clearly, AB 2 has had a woman kick him in the nuts.....works every time ;)

Boots On The Bus

There is a girl sitting across from me on the bus talking on her cellphone about how she doesn't know who the father of her baby is. She's hoping that it is James (the approximate date of conception would most likely make it so) because they are going to buy a car together this weekend - she just can't stand taking the bus any longer - giirrll tell me about it!