Posted by: shanty | July 11, 2007

At least we’re never this bored…

So Robbie and I are sitting in my way hot “office” (really the back bedroom of my house) after I dropped a big ol’ bomb on him.

Let me backtrack. Ok, for those of you who don’t know, Robbie and I have been friends since we were 14. We met my freshman year of high school in a drama class where our first interaction was doing a scene about two 8-ish year olds having sex in a barn. That pretty much paved the way for what our relationship has evolved into. I guess…

Anyway, fast forward to a few years ago. He and I lived together and sometimes (often) we would have Dance Parties and Pop Operas. The Dance Parties consisted of us putting on a really bad CD (usually one of my coveted Fired Up! CD’s (which were all gifts from him, FYI to all of you who thinks he’s some big music snob. As if.)) and gettin’ our groove on (in a dance way, not a sex way. Ew.). A Pop Opera would consist of us picking a popular/classic pop song (some of our favorites were Barry White’s Can’t Get Enough of Your Love, N*Sync, Britney Spears… you get the idea) and singing it (very VERY badly) as if it were an opera song. We were probably inspired by Beyonce in the MTV Hiphopera Carmen, now that I think about it. It got so bad that one night our poor roommate Matt who had to listen to it finally lost it and yelled at us to stop. We felt bad. Really, we did (sorry Matt!).

Anyway, the point of that story was to show that Robbie and I singularly on our best days are a little… odd, but with our powers combined, we’re down-right-frothing-at-the-mouth-I-need-a-helmet retarded (he said “bat shit crazy” but I figure the more offensive the better.).

HOWEVER we would never EVER be bat shit crazy enough to videotape ourselves during our fieldtrips to Retardland. And if we WERE ever to video tape ourselves (but you can go ahead and pretty much bet that that would never EVER happen), we would NEVER EVER EVER post our escapades on YouTube.

I’m just saying.

As a postscript to this entry Robbie has been a backseat spell checker the entire time I’ve been writing this. I suppose he’s trying to give me a taste of my own medicine, but it’s not working. I’m still totally going to do it to him. But maybe if he wasn’t such a bitch I wouldn’t have to say things like that.

As a postscript to the postscript, Robbie is my best friend in the whole world and I’d jump in front of a bus for him. He makes me laugh harder than anyone else, is always there when I need him, and is pretty much one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. Aw, aren’t I sweet?

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  1. OH. MY. GOD.

    That was ridiculous.

  2. there are no butons i want loosend in that video!

  3. Quite possibly the most frightening thing I have ever seen! And I concur on the whole videotape thing, some events are best left to memory.

  4. I think I need therapy after watching that… I mean really Shan… you should put some sort of loud bold warning before this… people have sued for less dramatic injuries than I suffered watching this video. You are so luck I am not litigious.

  5. un
    be
    lievable

  6. Eddie I KNOW!

    Julie Me neither, sister! Good seeing you at HP5! 🙂

    JB There are WAY too many things I am WAY grateful we’ve never videotaped ourselves doing. Yowsa.

    Damion Darling, I’m sorry. But your comment cracked my shit up. Next time I’ll post a warning, for sure!

    Stu Sirius…. ly. 🙂

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