Inside jokes and hand signals

This never gets old

Talking animals and captioned pictures, isn't that what the intergoogles was invented for?

And promoting whatever cause I am riled up about.

AnywhateverthehellIwasonabout...inside jokes! I love them! Maybe because I have so many with everyone I know that it doesn't bother me when others do - I love watching friend groups have a little sizzle between them, a wee nudge-y nudge-y wink wink.

Tangent: Don't you love watching people? {Side Note: for the people who have had to wait for me for a long time I am truly sorry, it's extremely disrespectful. I'm sorry you're used to it. I will do better in the future, gradually. No one needs a shock to the system} I use times I am waiting for things to people watch. Seeing these varied microcosms and realizing I know nothing about the people around me nor them of me and I'm, like, ohemgee. We're all just possibility. You know that poster that's making its way across FB etc The one that says 

Omigod and this:

The other thing I have come to realize, sitting in this downtown establishment, is bitch needs to step her sartorial game up! LAdies! You're all hot! Slow clap! Dudes you're looking good as well but I don't crave your clothing. Off, yes but not on. Maybe this Venti was not a good idea?

And back to jokes. AAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! God, every time. 

Anyhoo, I have a series of hands signals I use with the inner circle, most of which stem from the BFF and I. Ahem:

If I make a hand shake signal at you that means - You have 22 mins left, shake hands, kiss babies, we out. 

If I make a ripping of the cord motion for a parachute with the intent to deploy that means - I am walking out the door with out without you. We have a code Red. Had. Shit, there I go. 

If I defiantly point at the sky, then aggressively downwards with just my pointer finger and then make a clockwise swirling motion that means - Cheesecake. Now.  

If I press both sets of fingertips together and then my thumbs forming an eyelet or vagina shaped opening and make 2-3 flutters of said eyelet or pump my palms toward each other that means - she's Whoreish. And, yes. I did just have a post on women being kind to each other but a) she cockblocked me, she knows I was hurting for attention. That's whoreish. b) Boys can be whoreish too. Trust. 

And so forth...

Most of the inside jokes for me pertain to nicknames, like why I call my best! friend! Egg! is that I told her she was a good egg in second year university at Conrad Grebel College (I got so fat, best food) and she laughed and laughed. And so, telling each other we were good eggs became habit but we're lazy and just egg is faster and better. MER! Other story TL; DR style. 

I was over at a friend's house for his 40th birthday dinner and there were three of them that have known each other for an eon and they slipped into just them talk. You know, you have it with your tightest homies - dropping words, being able to add the words "Crackerjacked," "you Know" and a raised eyebrow and They Know. They were chatting with each other that way and I found it fascinating. Isn't that nice? History and love? 

This Venti was for sure too much, I need water dialysis. 

a haiku:

butt enhancing skirt

tailored blouses in colour

I needs me that shiz

xo