"I have been keeping your dinner warm all night and now MY CHICKEN TAR TAR IS RUINED! RUINED!"
What the theater basement?
"Georgia, get your nungas upstairs!"
What?
"NOW!"
Fine.
In my bedroom blocking my door:
Ha! That will show him and his stupid " tar tar"! What is that anyway?! Trust Dave to make the weirdest dish ever.
2 minutes later;
Wait! Why am I blocking my door? It's MY house! Oh who cares?!
Calling Jas:
"Hello, you have reached Jas. I cannot come to the phone right now. Please call back later."
Jas cares.
2 minutes on my owney later:
"Georgia I- Georgia? Georgia! Georgia, open your door, please."
Kukuku, no Dave I shant open up my door!
"Georgia, please. I'm not your enemy."
Maybe I'll sing a little:
" I sat in the swamp with a little pink piggy
who loved roller-skating and playing pretend,
the boy that she loved was a real snack-master
the world was a beach ball and we were all friends
then he died alone and the last time I saw her
it looked like the reaper had rapped on her door
she said "do you remember singing ice ice baby with me
laying down on the reef bathroom floor?"
how could I ever forget? I could never forget
I will never forget
how could I ever forget? I could never forget-"
"Fine Gee, you brought this on your self-"
That's when he kicked open the door, like in one of those bad karate movies.
2 minutes of extremely awkward gawking later:
Dave looked around and said, "Gee, we need to have a bit of a chit-chat."
Chit-chat?
That's when Dave sat on my bed, accidently sitting on Sandra. Ha!
"Georgia, you are...how do I put this nicely...you are a 'muddle-headed vole'."
I'm what?
"You are as confused as the day is green when it comes to what you want."
The day is green?
"You're always flouncing about with Masimo, Robbie, Sven- "
"I don't like Sven. He's engaged to Rosie!"
"Right, right. Of course."
"I don't!"
"Yooouuuuuuu looovvveee hiiiiiiiiiimmm."
"I DO NOT LOVE HIM, I LOVE Y-"
Dave locked on to that last letter. Why in the name of Captain Freeman's G-string did I say that.
Dave kept looking at me, eager for my next word.
Oh, dear God, the banannas are really crumbling down on this one.
"What was that?" Dave urged.
"I SAID, I LOVE YAMS!!"
What am I saying? I hate yams.