Every time you walk in the cafeteria you swipe your card. You kind of hope for the really nice old lady that tells you to have an "excellent meal," and smiles an awful lot. But what you're more likely to get is the grumpy old lady who has a broken leg. She usually mutters unpleasant comments about students not spending their credits enough and wasting them while she has her foot propped in an extra chair.
Lunch lady: some of you scare me with how many credits you have.
Mind your own business, snooty, broken leg lady. Humph. You are grumpy forril.
Kelsie Jo and I looked at each other with a "that bitch cray" kind of face.
Later...
Cinnie Minnie: Did you see that cute little old lady with a broken leg and arm?!
Kelsie Jo: THE ONE THAT'S SCARED OF CREDITS?
Cinnie Minnie: okay.
Credits are a touchy subject in Terredise.
There are people who smoke all day long at the Cancer Cabanas. They're just eliminating the competition. Smoke on, fellow job-seeking college students. Smoke on...
Shit my friends say.
Kelsie Jo and I were giggling all day long at The Bloggess. And it struck me: we're pretty damn funny too. We don't actually try to be funny. But if this *amazing, wonderful, and whimsical* lady is funny, then we are too. We just need to write everything funny we say down. I nominated myself as the Blogging Queen to do the honors and start up our very own giggle-worthy collection of stories. Welcome to Cancer Cabanas.
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