I've got the spits...
Lately, my friends and I have acquired a strange behavioral trait...spitting.
Not to "hock a loogey" or to get a piece of hair (what type is up to you) out or even just to be cool (It has been noted that many famous A-list celebs have been sited shooting a saliva saucer now-and-then).
No, it is only when one of our ex's names are heard or seen. It's gotten so bad that even if we know someone with the same name, and they are the ones being spoken about...we lean our heads to the side and, in unison, give a resounding "pitewey". Heck, we even did it when a name came up after pushing the info button on our remote trying to see if there was anything on.
We should probably stop spitting. We're not that cool.
P.S.
I ate gritty sand
I smiled at the face of God
He stuck out his tongue
P.P.S. That's a haiku, biatches!
P.P.P.S. Sorry about the the whole "biatch" thing, I was lost in the moment.
P.P.P.P.S. I am thinking about going to see a movie with my friend, Sean. Does that mean we're dating?
P.P.P.P.P.S. America, I was only kidding...it never gets past touching "where the bathing suit covers".
