In retrospect, it was probably - certainly? - inappropriate to plant a boot in the back passenger-side door of the car. But we were already in the crosswalk, the MONKEY was in the darkest, solemnest of moods, and the bitch tried to speed through her stoplight so she wouldn't have to wait a few extra seconds for us to cross Brooklyn Ave ( Read more... )

Housemate A--: (slyly) Hi, MONKEY.
the MONKEY: Hi, Housemate A--.
Housemate A--: (in a slight sing-song) How you doooin'?
the MONKEY: Okay, is it my turn in the barrel? Everyone wants to get their licks in? Is that what this is?
Housemate A--: I didn't say anything.
the MONKEY: It's not what you didn't say, it's how you didn't say it.

The MONKEY: Sorry 'bout that. Where were we?
Mandy Lurker: I was agreeing that you aren't as snotty and snarky and righteous in real life as you sometimes seem on LJ.
The MONKEY: Now THAT is something worth posting.
Mandy Lurker: Okay then.