French Girls
“Hey Man!” I yelled from across the hallway. He turned and looked at me. “What are you doing tonight?” There was a social gathering I thought he might enjoy.
“Going to a party with some French girls.”
“Ohhh R L Y?”
“What?”
“Where at?”
“I don’t know, somewhere around Wrigleyville.”
“Ew.”
“I know, but French girls.”
“Oh yeah, love the French girls.”
“Yeah, gotta love the French girls.”
“Can’t get enough of the French girls.”
We stared at each other down the long hallway thinking of nothing but French girls.
“Well, bye!”
