Me 'n Aidan, Joe

I volunteered to babysit Aidan for Edgar's sister tomorrow. I'm pretty damn excited!! He's so awesome!

The interview went well today; they have scheduled yet ANOTHER interview for tomorrow.

I had a three hour break between the interviews today, so naturally I stayed my ass in Libertyville bc going back would have been pointless what with the commute being almost an hour and all. So I went to Burger King for a loooong ass lunch.

As I sat there, eating my luscious whopper with extra pickles, no onions, no tomatoes, I overheard three thugs sitting behind me. They totally stood out in contrast with the soft rock music playing in the background, you know, barry manilow, wilson phillips type stuff.
They were like "Nah, Joe, fuck that shit, I saw your ass right there when I got up out the car!"
to which one of the other thugs responded "Man, Joe, I didn't get out! Hey Joe, is that my cup? Yeah, that one, is that my cup Joe?"

LOL, I can't believe people are still calling each other "Joe." It's a very ghetto term of endearment, along the lines of "bro," but a tad more ghetto on the ghetto scale. And it was alarming how many times they could cram "Joe" into a sentence.

And no, their names were not Joe, because what are the odds of three Joe's hanging out at Burger King, calling each other by their name? Come on!! That's just screaming "please confuse me!" And although I give thugs very little credit in the area of brain power, I would not think that they enjoy being confused.
I wondered if they knew how stupid and ig'nant (heehee) they sounded, though?
Ah, thugs, you're all a bunch of prostate faces.

Well, that's it from me!

QOTD
"You need to sum up your testicular virility and kick ass on that interview!"
-Carlos giving me a pep talk-