The story ’bout Dumb Chicks and Bridezilla

April 13th, 2008

DUMB CHICKS ON MY STAIRS!
Someone have been blabbering right outside our apartment for 30 minutes when I ask Fiancé “WTF?”
Fiancé notices they are sitting on our stair!
I think “hmm, if I open the door quickly I would crash directly into them if I didn’t know they were there”.
“Should I go grab a smoke?” I ask Fiancé. He grins.

So I do as I normally do when going out for a smoke, and aaalmost crash directly into them. “Oops”, I say. They look at me, bewildered, like they didn’t understand where the heck I came from.
“This is our stairs”, I enlighten them.
“Oh?” Ok, enlightenment didn’t work… I point at the door behind me “yeah, this is an apartment. Our stairs”.
Dumb Chicks decides to ignore me and keep sitting on our stairs.
DUMB CHICKS WITH YOUR SWEATPANTS AND OVERDONE MAKE-UP
(YOU DON’T EVEN LOOK LIKE A REAL PERSON WITH ALL THAT SH*T ON) GO AWAY!

I’m practicing on being a Bridezilla. I think I’ll do that better than the walking in high heels-thingy.

veronicathingy

The story ’bout Dumb Chicks and Bridezilla

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