"Wiracocha! Hey buddy hows it been goin! You goin to the Prom dude? FrankO"
franko! i don’t know you! your overly familiar tone is kinda creepy!
i’m gonna drop some science i just learned in economics class, it’s called the law of diminished returns or something. it means that there’s a scale of things in the order that they suck.
at lunch, everyone eats lousy food then goes hangs out somewhere for the rest of the lunch period. the girls stand up and gaggle around each other and gossip. the guys sit down and gaggle around each other and gossip.
at dances, everyone wears uncomfortable clothes and notdances to really lame music, and there’s not even real food — there’s…uuugh…”refreshments”. listen, saying “refreshments” will be served is the quickest way to lame up anything. it’s always crap like fruit punch with ultra sugar that makes everyone look like they’re wearing lipstick and some of those vanilla and chocolate assorted poor people cookies on a napkin. horrible. the girls stand up and gaggle around each other and gossip. the guys sit down and gaggle around each other and gossip.
at proms, everyone wears extremely uncomfortable expensive rented clothes, it’s the same music from the dances except it’s even louder, and it’s the same “refreshments”, only on napkins embossed with gold glitter spelling out some lyric or overused phrase the student council thought was meaningful. “saving forever for you”. “a night to remember”. barf barf yawn vomit. you gotta sit through boring ass popularity contests that only the rich kids give a crap about, and guess what else happens? the girls stand up and gaggle around each other and gossip. the guys sit down and gaggle around each other and gossip.
so, yeah, no. i think i’ll pass when the time comes thanks. “the best is yet to come” from last year’s senior prom was funny as shit though lol. i couldn’t believe they let them use that. i still got a couple of the napkins jon got for us.