Nothing to do, therefore I busted a #3 to that chick handing out communion at the afternoon mass last Sunday. The only audio I have of her in the database is saying, "Body of Christ." So in my mind, it's like she was telling me I have a half divine body.
I bought some milk and bananas at Ralph's. I was wearing my deep v-neck Twilight shirt, showing my muscle cleavage. The bag boy, who spoke in a lisp that is stereotypical of a gay guy, called out to me ...
BAG BOY: Are you Team Edward or Team ... What's-his-face?
RYAN: What's-his-face.
BAG BOY: So am I!
CHICK IN THE OTHER LINE: Team Edward!
They then argued back and forth, having to yell because of the distance between them.
BAG BOY: Edward's so alone. What's-his-face at least has [pantomiming a gang]. His name's Jacob, right?
RYAN: Yeah, that's why I get nicknamed Jacob.
BAG BOY: I can so see that!
BAG BOY: [As I'm leaving] Thanks for repping Team Jacob!
My mommy's watching some new show called The Voice.
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