El: Did you see that interview we did about the Bistro Awards?
Mel: I saw it.
El: You get three sentences to talk about how hideous you thought you looked and then it's my turn.
Mel: Ok. I looked like a troll. I am obviously a bridge troll and I should not be allowed to venture out from under my bridge. Also, my resting face looks very angry, and I was not angry, I was simply... resting.
El: You were looking at me with an awful lot of anger. Do you hate me?
Mel: No.
El: Ok, good. My turn: 1. Why didn't you tell me my hair was so flat? 2. Why didn't you tell me I looked like a demented clown in a bargain basement v-neck? 3. Why didn't you stop me from acting like an IDIOT? You just sat there with your angry resting face and let me say asinine things. What kind of a friend ARE you?
Mel: That was five sentences.
El: I don't care. Thank goodness no one knows where to find that interview. Hopefully they'll just buy a ticket to the Bistro Awards to see us perform live and look like pretty people.
El: Oh no you didn't. No. You. DIDN'T.
Mel: Aw crap. I totally did.
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