Me:
11:16
hey.. if i was quarter 3… when would i end? ;D
Friend:
11:18
lol.
Nice way to say hello.
Me:
11:18
happy post v day btw
Friend:
11:18
So, I had a weird internal conversation.
Me:
11:18
like..
lungs: damnit heart… you’re not beating fast enough
heart: STFU lungs. You get the easy job.
Friend:
11:19
Or at least a hypothetical conversation if I were to be eaten by zombies.
Zombie #1: *bite, chew* Hmm. Tastes like Asian.
Zombie #2: Yeah, but what kind?
Zombie #3: Dunno. *takes bite, chew* But it’s definitely Asian.
Zombie #2: I think there’s a hint of curry. Anyone taste curry?
Zombie #3: So we’re having Indian today?
Zombie #1: No. Asian.
Zombie #3: Indian is Asian.
Zombie #1: No, it’s not.
Zombie #3: Yes, it is.
Zombie #1: No, it’s not.
Zombie #3: Look, don’t be brain dead. India is in Asia. Thus, Indian is Asian.
Zombie #1: *bite, grumble, chew* Whatever. It’s not Indian.
Zombie #2: Well, it’s definitely not Chinese. *bite, munch* Nope, definitely not Chinese.
Zombie #1: How about Korean?
Zombie #3: No. It tastes a little more tangy than that. *bite, chew*
Zombie #1: Japanese then?
Zombie #2: Uh. No. I think there’s some Spanish spices in here.
Zombie #1: So, we’re having a bit of fusion today?
Zombie #3: Guess so. Tastes pretty good though *bite, chew, spit* Ew. Saffron. I can’t stand saffron.
Of course, the zombies would have a British accent.
It’s only proper.
Me:
11:22
of course… they are all sticking their pinky’s out when drinking your blood.
Friend:
11:22
Well duh.
