As the story goes, When I was 15 or 16 (I don't remember, I've tried to block out this memory), I was the lead in some church roadshow play. And I rocked. I was one badASS Fairy Godmother.
Opposite me was this creepy jerk face dick wad and to put it lightly, I hated his guts.
Sounds like I still do.
I thought it would be a good idea to give the director a bouquet of beautiful roses after the show. At the end of the play after everyone cheered me on, ahem, I mean the cast of course...
I ran backstage to get the flowers and walked over to the mic to bring her up on stage to thank her for her hard work, when all of a sudden A*hole-boy grabs the flowers out of my hands and MAKES A SPEECH that sounds a little like:
"I just wanted to thank you for everything, so I got you these flowers".
WTF?!? OH NO YOU DIDN'T YOU PUNKASS!!
And I'm still bitter about it. But didn't actually remember this story until last night when I get a text from my mom:
Mom: Hey who was the boy lead when you were in the roadshow?
Me: That asshole Kaleb.
Mom: LOL oh yeah, how could I forget...
Me: He ruined my life!
Mom: Your whole life?
Me: Oh yeah. That thunder stealin' bastard can rot in hell with Beelzebub.
Mom: Took all the credit...bastard!
Me: Mom I don't want to talk about it right now! ;)
Mom: Your father and I always wanted you to marry him and have wild sex.
Me: F U . Gross!
Friday, July 17, 2009
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I actually remember this, too. I was babysitting for you guys when this happened. I had no idea that it was such a big deal.
Umm, didn't get to spend enough time with you while I was in town. What happened?
u should try the choc covered cinn bears directly from the factory... FRESH!!!
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