Archive for June, 2011

If You Get Your Stom­ach Pumped, You Can Write All About That in Your Es­say

Girl to guy: You should­n’t be wor­ried about get­ting in­to med school. You should be, like, wor­ried about get­ting al­co­hol poi­son­ing over the week­end.

Over­heard by: Brent

There Were Al­so Squirt Guns!

Girl to an­oth­er: It was a gay bi­cy­cle rid­ers’ par­ty, com­plete with gay­ish cel­e­bra­tion mu­sic and lots of cham­pagne corks pop­ping. And by the looks of the con­stant make-out and grop­ing ses­sions, I’m pret­ty sure those bot­tles weren’t the on­ly cylin­dri­cal things spew­ing liq­uids last night.

At­lanta, Geor­gia

And I Do Mean Every­thing

Boy #1: I’m gonna take out my iPhone and post these pic­tures on YouTube.
Boy #2: You can’t post pho­tos on YouTube.
Boy #1: Fine, I’ll post them on Face­book.
Boy #2: You don’t have a Face­book.
Boy #1: I’ll e‑mail them to your mom. She posts every­thing on Face­book.

Cen­tral Is­lip, New York

Over­heard by: Val