Yikes...

So... hey Ron...

Sorry for like... Not talking to you for a few months. It's been crazy.

That's a lie, I'm sorry. I'm just lazy. I'll try to get right into the musing.

(Pretend this is the title of this post, ok?)

Stuff I Hear When I'm Just Strolling Around in Public

If you're even vaguely human, Ron, I'm sure you've accidentally eavesdropped on random people. I know I have. Here are just a few tid-bits I was lucky enough to hear, in no particular order. (Names have been changed... mostly)

"It's nakey time!" [hallway outside high school boy's locker room]

"So he said, 'How was that party? Did anybody fuck?' and someone else said, 'Yeah, Bill's sister and some guy.' And then Bill said, 'Guys, I'm in the car.'"

"I just call mine 'Little Steve.'"

"I'd definitely do the goat. Chickens are too small."

"Guys are always telling me they're gay so they can get close enough to touch my boobs."

"Isn't Guatemala a city in Venezuela? Or is Venezuela that place in Mexico?"

[Conversation overheard at old job]
Person 1: "So, [Person 2], where do you think Belize is?"
Person 2: "Africa?"
Person 1: "Called it."
Person 3: "That's not fair, you knew she was a dumbass!"



Since those were all that I can remember at this point, I guess I'm done. Hopefully I'll have something vaguely entertaining for you next time, Ron.