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Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Let the bodies hit the floor!

Our conversations in the study room are all so graphic and depressing. WE delight in conversations of murder and mayhem, breakups and death.
Though there was a stimulating moment in the study room.
X: “Dude, How do I tell her I want her to moan for me?”
Y: “Normally I find it best to just tell them directly to do it”
X: laughing
Z: “What are you laughing about?”
X: “I just asked Y how to make you moan and he told me to tell you to do so directly”
Z: “He has never gotten any has he?”
X: “Hard to tell – Is he supposed to care if she moans?”
Now I know in normal life conversations like this are not that crazy and not that stimulating but when studying for the bar simple out of place things like this can lead to raucous laughter.
Z: “He’s nice – just nice, I don’t know what else to say about him but he is nice, nice, nice…so nice”
X: “Are you describing your boyfriend or a shirt?”


This feels like it should be the Bar review theme song.
“Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor  

One - Nothing wrong with me Two - Nothing wrong with me Three - Nothing wrong with me Four - Nothing wrong with me One - Something's got to give Two - Something's got to give Three - Something's got to give
Now (SCREAMING) Let the bodies hit the floor
Push me again This is the end … You're all by yourself but you're not alone You wanted in now you're here Driven by hate consumed by fear Let the bodies hit the floor”
--Bodies by Drowning pool

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I wish I had a shirt that nice.

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Cali-J ueber alles in der Welt. Some think that I am mean; (I call them friends), in fact I am not that mean. What I am is sarcastic and dry to the sandpaper level. I have friends that I have never said a kind word to their face, but I praise to the ends of the earth to anyone I know and will defend them to the end. That’s just how I roll! My boys know that I am down for them, my girls know that no matter what I will keep them safe (and occasionally flirt with them [If you are a female friend of mine and think I haven’t flirted with you it just means you didn’t notice, it was extremely subtle or…not yet ]). No one is safe from my sarcasm even my own parents; hence of course as a kid I spent a significant amount of time in punishment. I treat people with respect if I think they deserve it – everyone starts off with the same amount of respect from me (a lot). You don’t need to earn my respect; you have to keep my respect.