Once in 7th grade Biology class, this straight-laced goody two shoes broad sneezed and squeaked out a fart at the same time. It happens. But this being 7th grade, my friend and I laughed our fledgling tits off. Oh, who am I kidding, if it happened tomorrow we'd laugh our fledgling tits off. Anyway, that day happened to be the very same day that the word "feeze" was born. And at that moment, I'm sure Feeze was thinking to herself, "Oh, well. I'm beet red with humiliation now, and I want to die, but in 20 years, nobody will remember this."
Wrong.
See you at the reunion, Feeze.
6 comments:
are you going?
well, duh, how am i gonna get crowned Reunion Queen if i ain't goin'?
Steve (my little brother) & I have a phrase like this, coined from an unfortunate incident which took place at a family reunion, where Texas chili was served in copious amounts. Hot sauce makes you cough and, well...you know where this is going. Hence: "carted".
COFF-TION!
Oh that is so funny! You should bring it up. I'm sure she'll pretend it never happened. Feeze-that's classic.
when's the reunion?
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