Mocking My Lab Partner
2004-08-03 - 2:08 p.m.
before/after
strangely
non-functional guestbook
I was at class last night. Finally got one of my lab partners to open up and talk about himself a little bit. After three semesters. He's bounced from a bad drug situation and a bad marraige to a stripper (duh!) to where he is now. A bit guarded, a bit bitter and wounded, trying to bring it back to level and make something of himself. "Allright, switch places. You type, I'll write." I said. He sighed petulantly. "I'm always typin'" he said, more of a joke than anything. I stood up. "OOOH! LOOK AT MEEEE! I MARRIED A STRIPPER AND IT ALL FELL APART!! FEEEL SORRY FOR MEEE!! OOOH!", I said in a slight falsetto, flailing my wrists around limply. He buried his head in shame. "You're an ASSHOLE!" he growled. I laughed. "Yeah." "How do you have any friends?" "Its amazing, I know." "How do you keep them?" "I have no idea." And we went back to work on the lab.
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