BrockLi Soup

JM: Beware the Ides of February…March.

Me: It’s November.

JM: Right.

Frat Boy #1: Hey, is BP out here?

Frat Boy #2: Nope.

Frat Boy #1: OK. Oh yeah, did I get really drunk last night and drink my own piss?

Frat Boy #2: Yup.

Frat Boy #1: Alright, cool.

J: You look a bit peckish. Actually, I’m not sure what that means.

Me: Hungry.

J: Oh. Well, you look like shit, then.

(re: Bush’s Big Hug)

Me: Just look at the big grin on Bush’s face - this is the happiest day of his week.

J: Yeah, but he’s always grinning like that…except when he’s Decidering.

Random guy at party: Hey, there’s a cat in here! Where did it come from and why is it so cute?

BP: Beer before liquor, never been sicker, liquor before beer, you’re in the clear….OK, I’m good. Man, I love poetry!

(I was flipping through the CD’s in Jym’s car)

Jym: Make up your mind! Me: I’m looking for music that doesn’t suck. Jym: Well you’re not going to find it in my CD player!

Me: What are you doing in there? S: Spontaneous cleaning. J: Aw man, I heard pans and thought she was making brownies.

E: It’s snowing! M: Yeah, that’s pollen.

J: I’ve been hit by a Taurus and a pickup truck. And a boat, once.

M: Nobody likes to sit in blood.

J: Yeah, she races Porches. M: What?! But she’s from Canada!

(at mini golf)

J: You’re swinging a stick around, and I’d rather get a busted knuckle than a busted penis.

(on the lawn in front of the Washington Monument)

R: What are you doing? P: Getting you pregnant.

(re: spinning in an office chair)

C: It’s a lot of fun when you start, but not so much after. Just like drinking.