“I’m sorry, were you talking to me? It’s loud inside my head.”

I’m spending some time surfing the ‘net this morning, as the big boss man is out of the office and I’ve done what I’ve had to do this morning. So it’s all good.

Tween girl #1: So, like, apparently my brother is engaged.
Tween girl #2: Really? Since when?
Tween girl #1: I dunno, found out at breakfast this morning.
Tween girl #2: Didn’t he, like, just finish high school?
Tween girl #1: Yeah, but she’s, like, still 17 and she’s got a two year old so she’s way worse off than him.
Tween girl #2: Well, is it his kid?
Tween girl #1: Who knows? He’s not tellin’.
Tween girl #2: Probably is … what a man-ho slut wedder.
From OverheardInNewYork

Best. Label. Ever.

By the way, there is an extremely poignant post on Beauty and the Beltway from October 25 that I definitely recommend you to read.

“This was my choice, my answer, this was the only thing that would make the pain stop for me and for everyone that I had hurt …”

Read the rest here.