I just remembered the time my friend Katie asked me and Swiss to accompany her to the sketchy mall near school. So we walked behind her like bodyguards. Our names were Beef and Thigh.
Some people have beefy thighs.
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We were awesome bodyguards too. None of those townies would try anything with the two of us and our bulging biceps around.
ReplyDeleteI think I was Beef.
Actually, at the time, my sartorius muscle was really pronounced. So was my tensor fascae latae. I could kick anyone's ass.
ReplyDeleteOh geez. You're such a bio nerd...
ReplyDeleteWhy is this titled Chicken with Broccoli? Is Katie the chicken? Are we the broccoli? Now I'm hungry.
ReplyDeleteSigh. I am a bio nerd. I can't help it.
ReplyDeleteIt's titled Chicken with Broccoli because Beef and Thigh made me hungry, and those items are apparently associated with chicken/broc in my head. That being said, Katie could be the chicken if she so chooses.
You are a bull, Jess, taking life by the horns!
ReplyDeleteIt's odd that you're the bio nerd. That should be Kelsey.... Something has going all sorts of wrong! Egads!
ReplyDeleteBeef, did you rape Thigh, in her thigh, with your beef?
ReplyDeleteI knowz! Kelsey and I switched! I used to be all artsy fartsy and she used to be all science-like.
ReplyDeleteOh, the po-town mall. About half way through our time at Vassar they instituted a policy requiring you to be 18 if you in the mall after 9 or 10 pm, and they kept fucking carding me. Sketchy is the word.
ReplyDeleteOoooh I'm sure those mall cops had nothing on Beef and Thigh (and Chicken?)
ReplyDeleteJess just admitted to being incontinent.
ReplyDelete...but you switched...
ReplyDeleteI really wish I had some chicken with broccoli right now.
ReplyDeleteI don't approve of being designated the chicken. But I do approve of Kelsey being fartsy.
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