Conversation during lunch yesterday between two of my friends:
She: You guys will not believe what a big pervert was seated right next to me in the metro on my way here!
Him: How big?
She: Big
Him: HOW big?
She: He kept staring at my chest…..
Him (interrupting): You don’t have a chest. You have breasts.
She: He kept staring at my chest till I got off!
Him: Breasts
She: Can you stop saying that?
Him: Why?
She: Because it’s embarrassing!
Him: Why’re you getting embarrassed? You have breasts just like the 3 billion other women in the world….assuming the world population is still stuck at 6 billion, that is. So what’s so embarrassing about it?
She: You’re a friend. I don’t want you thinking about….well, breasts.
Him: You mean YOUR breasts.
She (sighing): Well yeah…
Him: I don’t
She: You don’t what?
Him: I don't think about your breasts.
She: Good
Him: They’re barely there! Give me nice tits & I’ll think about them.
5 comments:
hmmm. Jane Austen in the twenty first century?
hehehe
Considering what your 'he' friends says in the last line... ur 'she' friend was so right in the first place - refering to her's as chest....
heheheha ahahaha
@Knife - Sorry, didn't get the analogy to Jane Austen. Haven't managed to read through a single book of hers, you see :) Could you pls elaborate?
@Psyched - All guys think alike. Nothing new there. If they're breasts, just call them breasts :) Makes life simpler & saves one the embarassment, n'est pas?
I am not sure if i read any of her books in full though watched some of the films recently.
Couldn't see this conversation happening between Darcy and Elizabeth...unless its a Dev D type of interpretation
@Knife - I get it :) Yeah, you're right.
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