So in high school, I had to drop out my senior year. Rumors get around and I was at one of my best buddies’ birthday party. I’m talking to my ex gf and she’s really down. More than I can reasonably understand. I start prying. She eventually tells me that she used to date someone who looked like me but not also like a skeleton and he just died and talking to me was really harshing her buzz. I gave her the old Forrest Whittaker eye™ and asked her what she thought my name was.
She spent the next ten minutes excitedly dashing around the party telling everyone and anyone that I was alive, so her shock seemed genuine. I should have asked her how she thought I died.
yeah. like there had been rumors i’d died. i don’t remember who started them. hell, it might have been me i was a little shit but i disappeared rather suddenly.
MG: “Shit, guys, I was supposed to be at my gf’s recital - cover for me!”
GF: “Hey, I’m looking for MG he was supposed to b-”
Guy1: “Oh he ded.”
GF: “… he’s… he’s -”
Guy1: “- Ded. Yeah.”
GF: “… I… I… what…”
Guy1: “Aight, take care now.”
So in high school, I had to drop out my senior year. Rumors get around and I was at one of my best buddies’ birthday party. I’m talking to my ex gf and she’s really down. More than I can reasonably understand. I start prying. She eventually tells me that she used to date someone who looked like me but not also like a skeleton and he just died and talking to me was really harshing her buzz. I gave her the old Forrest Whittaker eye™ and asked her what she thought my name was.
She spent the next ten minutes excitedly dashing around the party telling everyone and anyone that I was alive, so her shock seemed genuine. I should have asked her how she thought I died.
Could the other people at the party see you too, or…?
yeah. like there had been rumors i’d died. i don’t remember who started them. hell, it might have been me i was a little shit but i disappeared rather suddenly.
MG: “Shit, guys, I was supposed to be at my gf’s recital - cover for me!”
GF: “Hey, I’m looking for MG he was supposed to b-”
Guy1: “Oh he ded.”
GF: “… he’s… he’s -”
Guy1: “- Ded. Yeah.”
GF: “… I… I… what…”
Guy1: “Aight, take care now.”
yup. he had the terminal butt disease. it’s true.
“I got better”
“i had to have my butt removed, but after a few grueling years… anyways what were we talking about”
Rumors were so much more fun before social media and smart phones.