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Friday, December 14, 2001 ( 4:05 AM ) shut up christine Break out the macaroni...this one is cheeeee-zay. (sorry. That pun was horrible. Horrible!) Thursday night, Mesa Court Commons, 7ish pm. The BGs were almost finished with dinner when Eileen announced she had another joke to tell. *moan…not another one!* “Okay, so there’s this guy with no arms or legs…I think that’s how the joke went…no no no, it was a Mexican guy at a nude beach...hmm, maybe he was a Filipino fob…” Christine tried to listen but she felt a sudden surge of sleep engulf her body. *Picture this: Dark fragrant room, stars peeking in through the skylight, puffs of silver smoke swirling around. Suddenly, the smoke lifts and Christine sees a soft silhouette across the room…listen, do you hear that? That song...oh my goodness, could it be? Only in Dreams. Cheesy, yes, I know* The mysterious figure slowly made his way toward her. With each step, the silver smoke swirled closer ever so lightly, embracing the two in their very own cloud 9. Christine mustered up all her courage and said, “I’m going to say it all right now because I don’t think I’ll ever get this chance again….I think I lo…..” “Shhhh.” He gently pressed his index finger up to her lips to keep her from saying another word. Oddly, his finger smelled like teriyaki sauce. WTF? Anywho…… “Shhhh…I already know…(long pause)…and I feel the same way,” he whispered into her ear. Christine felt her heart jump for joy. Finally! She had waited so long for this moment. She took a small step back to look into his gorgeous brown eyes and…. “OUUCHH!! OW OW OW OWWW!!!” Good grief. Her hair was stuck in his retainer. It took awhile but they got themselves untangled. Una vez mas….Christine looked into his gorgeous brown eyes, swore to herself that she would remember this moment for the rest of her life, and then *here it comes!* she slowly leaned in for the kiss… “GET OFF ME!” Woah. Christine woke up and she was back in the commons. “GET OFF ME, HOMES!!. AHAHAAAAAHA. Funny, huh? Do you guys get it? Get off me, Homes…cuz it’s a house. Get it?!?” Eileen snarfed. “Yeah, we get it, Eileen.” Christine smiled, picked up an uneaten cherry tomato from her salad plate, and chucked it at Eileen’s forehead. THE END. For those that are wondering, Eileen's joke was: "What did the Mexican guy say when his house fell on him?" "Get off me, Homes!" yeah. #
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