Day of Rest.

Things heard over a calm, Sunday afternoon.

Smash: Just because you smoke a lot of pot doesn't mean you're a hippie. If you're dirty and have pit hair, then you're a hippie.

Smash: Taint? Did you actually just say taint?

Jam Band: Have you never heard a girl say taint before?

Loin Cloth: Is my bathing suit to skimpy?... like for kids?

Me: It's a loin cloth. But it covers what any normal swimsuit would cover. I can't wear a swimsuit because my vagina is still too red.

Newsie: Waiting for it to heal a little first?

Me: Yeah, but not for a good reason. I Naired the shit out of it.

Newsie: Be careful with that stuff.

Loin Cloth: I never get laid anymore so I don't care what my vagina looks like.

Loin Cloth: What did you do last night?

Smash: Blacked out. (looks up at Travis) What happened to me last night?

Travis:...you were with us for a while... then you weren't.

Me: I wanted to wear this dress to work tomorrow.

Jam Band: Well, you shouldn't now that it reeks of Bud Light Lime. Not to mention, you've been hot and sweaty for a while now.

Me: It's work. The beer is the real problem. I can cover the sweat smell.

Me: What song is this? It's kind of good.

Loin Cloth: I LOVE DANCE BEATS!! I'll make you a mix CD!

Me:......ok. Do that please. I like good beats too.

Jam Band: Everyone loves touching me.