Chey and I

• 12/22/09: Okay, so Cheyenne and I were driving home from her friend Logan’s house because he had his wisdom teeth taken out and she had made him some Jell-O. So we were stuck in traffic on Woodruff road, the intersection on miller going towards the red robin, and in the turn lane next to me was this fat lady and her husband. And when I say she was fat… she was ginormous. Also, she looked like a bulldog with her huge underbite. That was hilarious in and of itself, and that’s how this conversation began.

• Taylor: Oh my gosh, Chey, look at that fat lady staring at us. She looks like a bulldog!

• Chey: Taylor… your window is open.

• Taylor: …oh shit. *rolls window up* Do you think she heard me?

• Fat Bulldog Lady: *evil glare*

• Cheyenne: …yes.

• Taylor: Shit. We’re gonna die. If we die, I just want you to know that I love you Chey.

• Chey: Hold my hand.

• *hold hands*

• Taylor: Do you think she’s a republican? She looks like a redneck. Maybe she’ll think we’re lesbians. That will probably offend her more.

• Chey: We should dance.

• *we turned up “Next to You, Next to Me” – Shenandoah, which is a redneck song that happened to be playing on the radio. Then we proceeded to rave. In my car.*

• Fat Bulldog Lady: *evil evil glare*

• -her protected left hand turn turns green. Except due to traffic, she can’t go-

• Taylor: Haha FAIL!

• -both lights are green-

• Taylor: *vrooooom!*

• Fat Bulldog Lady: *flicks off* [let the records show that her fingers were extremely chubby and a flick from her was not offensive at all, but hilarious.

• Feel free to judge us. We’re used to it.

• very funny. i would have done the same regardless of the window.. woot! skinny power!