I ventured out to Abbotsford a couple times this past weekend for Neil’s 10-year High School reunion. A note to those who don’t know any of their partner’s high school friends (especially when said partner has kept in touch with exactly no-one) – damn yo, those things are BORING!
**I’ll add the disclaimer here that I have no beef with those who decide to get plastic surgery. It’s not for me right now, it may be some day, who knows. But in the meantime, I reserve the right to mercilessly mock those who make themselves look completely unnatural for reasons I’ll probably never understand**
It all started last week when we were at Safeway, and some chick walked by with a rack that, despite its mass, completely defied gravity. Neil was, being a guy, called out for gawking, and I replied to his gaping maw by stating that I too could have those installed for a fee. However, I prefer to put my money into something more stable.
Then I realized that those certainly don’t look as if they’re going anywhere.
Enter the first set of fake tits at the reunion, we instantly remembered the Safeway incident, and the financial metaphors began to flow. It’s surprising how easily the two (no pun intended) bounce (I couldn’t help myself) off each other (bahahaha….. oy.).
Me: I’d really like to have a firmer grasp on my finances
He: If those were your finances, I’d DEFINITELY like a firm grasp on them!
He: Perhaps you’d like to invest in something with a higher interest yield
Me: True, though those seem to be bearing PLENTY of interest
Ok go – your turn!