Me, quizzically: "What?"
"You're looking at me weird--my toenail fell off and that's what I'm holding in my hand."
ACTUALLY, Miss Girl-Sitting-Next-to-Me-in-Lecture, your toenail didn't fall off. It was torn, yes, but I sat here for three minutes and listened to the disgusting sound of you picking it off with your fingers.
And you're not just holding it in your hand, you're playing with it like a small ball of Play-Doh, twiddling it around with your fingers and such.
Except it's not Play-Doh. It's a chunk of your big toenail.
THAT'S WHY I'M LOOKING AT YOU WEIRD.
Hahahahahaha "You're looking at me weird," hahahahhahaha. This is classic. Man, I love the weirdos who think crap like this is normal
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ReplyDeleteMan, Kristi. I feel like these people seem to find you more than the rest of us. Maybe there's a secret "I made it onto Kristi's Blog!" group that we'll all find out about someday. :)
ReplyDeleteHahaha I love the previous comment. This is sooo gross!
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