So...the summer of the Shocker Crew is over, but I thought I might bring you what I found to be a rather amusing AIM conversation between Mina and I just a few hours ago.
Background: We are talking about a VERY attractive guy that we (of course) don't know but Lenalicious has the privilege of being acquainted with (oh, and he's not Prince Harry...his name's not even Harry or anything remotely similar). Creepy stalkers? Us? How DARE you!
Mr. T: he's more like artwork
Mr. T: he's not practical
Mr. T: it's not for use, it's for viewing pleasure
Mr. T: so it doesnt matter you know
Connielingus: EXACTLY!!!
Connielingus: thats my take
Connielingus: i would love a fixture of him just to like hang somewhere
Connielingus: like an accessory
Mr. T: hahah
Mr. T: living statue?*
Connielingus: HAHAHAHA!!!
Connielingus: EXACTLY!!!
Connielingus: a living statue of him would ADD to our status
Mr. T: let's propose that idea to him
Mr. T: i'm sure he'd love to
Connielingus: HAHA
Connielingus: im sure he wouldnt mind since arent u pretty much doing the same thing as a model?
Mr. T: yeah for sure
Mr. T: except like 500,000 dollars less for each hour
Connielingus: haha
Connielingus: well, wed put him in a communal place
Connielingus: so everyone could benefit
Connielingus: and wed charge a fee
Mr. T: oh that's smart!
Mr. T: oh yes
Connielingus: haha
Mr. T: why dont we put him in like a square
Connielingus: right!
Mr. T: like a city square
Mr. T: and put a tax on it
Connielingus: EXACTLY
Mr. T: city beautification tax
Connielingus: yup
Mr. T: perfect
Mr. T: okay let's tell him at the party/priya's bday
Mr. T: so yeah
Mr. T: i want a british bf
Connielingus: HAHAHA
Connielingus: join the club...
Connielingus: the line for british bf distribution goes around the block
Connielingus: 3 times
Mr. T: hahahaha i know...
Mr. T: UGH
Mr. T: i have a problem though, i can't comprehend british
*Whoever can tell me what we are making reference to here without googling will receive...banana nut bread (nuts optional)
Well, on that note, I hope you appreciated the colour coding with colours pleasant to the eye and found the conversation a somewhat diverting waste of 5 minutes.
Well...it may be that we may never meet again anonymous readers, so leave a comment. Would you pay the beautification tax or exercise civil disobedience in the protest of objectification of male models? Do you also want a British boyfriend...or girlfriend...or boyfriend... Are you also swooning while clandestinely scratching your head in confusion when our British cousins open their mouths? Are you actually having such trouble understanding because you're not really listening but furtively conjuring up a gamut of innovative ways in which those mouths could be put to better use than speaking in tongues? (Word of advice: Your imagination may not have limits but the physical body does, all British people are not "magic" contrary to what JK Rowling, Sir Ian McKellan, and Prince Harry of Wales would have us believe.) Whatever the case may be, I look forward to reading your comments, so please, give this poor disturbed girl something to read...
P.S. Please pardon the excessive use of parentheticals in this post. It makes me feel closer to you as parentheticals are supposed to be an author directly addressing the reader. (We'll just ignore the minor detail that a blog by definition and intention addresses the reader directly...and that this is yet another parenthetical...)
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3 comments:
oh connerz,
i hope you're not disappointed that this comment is from me. haha the only comments we get on our blog are the ones we leave for each other.
anyhoots, just because our communal living situation has come to a conclusion doesn't mean we can't keep the blog alive. i mean... think of our readers!! what are all three of them going to do with all that free time not wasting time on our blog?! Be productive?! Puh-leeze!
so, i just want to say. Long Live Shock the Cabah!
Down with the tax. I will not stand for any action that allows you to perpetuate the notion that men want nothing more than to flaunt our rock hard bods for your viewing pleasure.
I love British people. The likes of Monty Python and his troupe of genius artists have never earned the renown they so rightfully deserve. And Paul Potts is my warehouse-working hero. I like my girls of the Asian persuasion, but one with a British accent would be rather intriguing.
HAHAHAHHAHA connie u are hilarious!!
i love this post
hahaha i would not mind hot romanian ass standing in our apt like a statue
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