And I was like… And then he was like…
Some advice… never offer to pick up your daughter and four of her teenage friends from a teen dance club. The were like, crazy and were like, bouncing off the ceiling and like, giggling like Soooo….Much. And like, saying things like…
“OMG! He was dancing like a noodle. I was like, dude, don’t be a noodle.”
“He was like, singing in my ear while we were dancing. But like, LOUD! and I was like, dude, that hurts my head.”
“I was like ‘Yo, what up?' and he was like ‘Yo, nuttin.' He’s so hot!”
“Dude, I hate that camel toe song!”
And as for me, I’ve gotta go, like, slit my wrists.