Archive for the ‘Gossip’ Category

Al­so Known As a White Sale

Guy #1: ‘Drink­ing the Kool-Aid’ is such a mis­used phrase. It’s even be­come cor­po­rate speak. Don’t peo­ple re­al­ize that it’s a ref­er­ence to the death of a thou­sand peo­ple?
Guy #2: Yeah, next thing you know they’ll be say­ing, ‘We’re go­ing to of­fer a Holo­caust of sav­ings.’

He Got Her So Dirty!

Ebul­lient cowork­er on phone: The last thing I saw of Jane* was a nude pic­ture of her tak­ing a bath. It’s her dad’s fault.

Over­heard by: sx­oid­mal

I’m Still Not Telling

Chick point­ing at port-a-pot­ty: Well, I guess I’m go­ing to the bath­room now.
Dude: Do you fold or crum­ple?
Chick: This con­ver­sa­tion has gone too far for me.
Dude: I fold. Well, de­pends on my mood.

Union Park
Chica­go, Illi­nois

When She Lies on Her Back, She Makes a Great Snack Tray

Tween girl #1: I have to tell you some­thing — I don’t think Rachel is that hot.
Tween girl #2: Oh my god, I’m so glad you said that, ’cause I’m afraid to talk to peo­ple about her be­cause every­one thinks she is so pret­ty.
Tween girl #1: They were do­ing this rat­ing thing where they rate peo­ple on a scale, and Ryan gave her a sev­en.
Tween girl #2: She is to­tal­ly not a sev­en — her boobs are in­vert­ed.

Pre­mier Oaks Movie The­ater
Mel­bourne, Flori­da

Over­heard by: *shakes head*

‘Cause Then She Took One of My Legs and Snapped It

Skin­ny girl: My room­mate’s nuts. We got in­to an­oth­er fight.
Tall girl: Oh, God, what is it now? She’s mad again ’cause you don’t rinse every drop of tooth­paste out of the sink, right?
Skin­ny girl: No, it’s the may­on­naise! The fuck­ing may­on­naise! She ac­cused me of eat­ing it! Just the plain mayo, not on a sand­wich or any­thing. I looked at her and told her, ‘Lis­ten, bitch, I don’t eat mayo. I’m anorex­ic.’ She’s ac­cus­ing me of hav­ing no self con­trol!
Tall girl: So, what hap­pened then?
Skin­ny girl: I was drunk, so I threw the mayo out our front door and said, ‘Ha! Now no one can eat it!’ I don’t think that helped the sit­u­a­tion at all.

George Her­man’s
Char­lotte, North Car­oli­na