Jenni: *rolls eyes* Okay, here goes. Hey Michael, wanna go to the prom with me?
Michael: *without turning from his calculus equation on the band hall chalkboard* I'm not going to prom.
Emily: Oh, just go to prom with her!
Jenni/Michael (in unison): He/I doesn't/don't want to go! Leave him/me alone!
If you have forgotten Part I, that was Homecoming. At least no one can say I didn't make some sort of effort. *snork*
Steven: *pointing at my water bottle*
Emily: We're saying how it looks like a nipple.
Me: *examines the sports top of the bottle, and I'm just not seeing it. But being me, I do obscene things to it with my tongue anyway*
Emily/Liz: *unholy shrieks of hysterical laughter*
Me: *graceful being that I am, I dribble on myself. more laughter ensues*