Day CCLVIII

Chubbles Laffs Last

     “Oh no! My name’s not Chubbles dude, I’s Veeginia. Dat bitch jest called me dat cuz she was pissed at me for laffing at haw funky ass, ya na.”

     “Oh yea, I git it na…he hee heee det wuz funny how ya stahted laffing at haw,  tho.”

     “I couldn’t hep myself, man it was funny. We had bin shopping fo boots alla moining long, then when she found em, she woe dem outa da sto. She kept tawking bout how cool they wuz an shit, ya na. How they went wit haw noo jeans. I wuz weally getting tiahd it. Haw jeans wuz up in haw cwotch, showing haw bidness ta evy body an shit, ya na. She looked like a hoe, man. It was embarrassing an shit, man. Then you came along an made my day, man. She still be mad at me. But I’m still laffing, dude. Na on Ima be calling haw “Puss an Boots,” evy time she pisses me off, man.”

    “Really!”

         “Oh yea man…thanks bwa, mucho thanks. Latah dude!” She slapped me five and walked off laughing, and shaking her big butt.

     “Wat wuz det alla bout, man?” Margie asked.

     So I told her all about our little encounter the day before, and how I called her pal “Puss & Boots!”

     “Det was mean dude, really!” She squealed with a frown.

     “Ya hadda be da, haw jeans wuz so tite, ya cuds see haw twat, and dem boots…anyway da fak haw pal laffed haw ass off proves my point. Ya jest hadda be da.”

     “Okay if ya sez so. Look I neva don any acid, and don’t know what it is, man. So tell me about it, am I gonna go crazy an shit?”