When somebody is an ass for an hour and a half and at the end tries to excuse their boorish behavior by making a bad joke, the correct response is to laugh. Really really laugh. Laugh like a maniac. Laugh like what they’ve said is the funniest thing you’ve ever heard. Laugh for at least thirty seconds.
When you are done laughing, lean forward and merrily confide in a conspiratorial stage whisper, “I was going to follow you outside and use my pocket knife to slit open your throat but I can’t in good conscience deprive the world of such a delightful bastard!” Be sure to smile as you walk away.
I will remember that!
How does that even work. “Sorry I pooped on your rug for ninety minutes, but knock knock:”
Next time for sure!
It was more along the lines of “Sorry I spent the entire class talking about the stupidest things in the world to this trollop with whom I would obviously like to get. Ha ha, I guess that will teach you to not change seats when I come in late to class and sit behind you. Ha ha.”
Oh wow…so how many trollops do you have in your class? Just curious.
oh my goodness, I’d forgotten how entertaining you are Josh! I loved finding your blog… I think I should NOT tell you which Sam I am though, just to throw you off… hmm, maybe a hint… I wrote you letters when you were a missionary…
As I was reading your title I tought it was going to say Animal Crackers in my poop…just sayin’
My limited detective skills fail me yet again. Also, Emily, gross. I am shocked and/or appalled.