So these two guys at work, one of them is a friend of my friend and yesterday we bumped into them and started talking. I swear this is the weirdest 25 minutes of my entire life (for confidentiality purpose, we’ll name them Yogi and Booboo because of their height difference):
Booboo receives a text on his cellphone which makes the sound a of bursting bubble.
Yogi asks what the sound is about
Booboo answers that the sound of water is soothing and tries to mimic a bursting bubble sounds, which results in this which happens to be silent…:
Yogi then asks what this is, since there were no noises coming out and then tries to fill in with his perception of the bubble sound…which is basically a door opening.
Then, the conversation deviates to Robin Williams, but Booboo mentions that is is too soon. So the conversation switches to Bills Cosby and why he had gills.
For some reason we now move to the fact that Sponge Bob looks like a regular cleaning sponge but isn’t one. And that he is in fact a sea sponge which would be terrifying if designed as is.
Then comes the obvious argument about the fact that we are adults watching cartoons.
Yogi then asks why us girls are still standing there and that it is probably because we always leave and make out at the same time each day. Booboo gets his phone out waiting for the moment we start to make out (which never have and never will happen)
Then, he turns away as if he were leaving while Booboo asks why he’s not making eye contact. Basically like this:
Yogi answers that eye-contact is too much commitment. Just like removing socks while having sex. He then goes on about the fact that socks are a great excuse for everything, like when you fake proposing, you can’t put one knee down because of the socks and would have to remove them in order to be able too. Which again is too big of a commitment. He then does some ballet moves, concerned about the pose his leg was in. Buttons also happen to be another commitment.
Another lady passes by and suddenly Yogi asks her if she keeps her socks on when she has sex. She answers that she sometimes does and that Gene Simmons also does. That she saw a video where he was doing it with some prostitute that was wearing crocs and low budget.
After that, Yogi says he is filing this in his head, his memory. Then wonders how it’s called and remembers it is a thought. He files his thought to remember to go home and google gene simmons video with croc girl.
Suddenly, monkeys become the subject. How Yogi likes monkeys so much and then starts mentioning movies with monkeys in them.
We end up saying bye a couple of times and it gets mentioned how weird it is that we are still standing there talking to them.
Finally social networks are in the conversation and I mention the fact my friend doesn’t own or want twitter.
Yogi says he’s on basically everything like porn hub porn tube redtube and others and that he has his own show. (I could not care less about this……………………………………..!)
Then he asks for my name and I just answer I have no name…Followed by even if I told you, you’d end up calling me Maurice cause no English people can say my name.
So my friend tells him: It’s Maryse.