Shoot, shoot make me wanna shoop. I mean shoot.
2003-10-24 | 1:16 a.m.

Ryan: Look at the guy in the car next to us!

Anita: He looks pissed.

Marissa: He looks like he's going to... shoot...!

Sam: ...what? Shoot what? Shoot some baskets?

Marissa: HAHAHA Shoot the FINGER!

Sam: ...shoot for the moon?

Marissa: SHOOT FOR THE STARS?

Sam: Shoot dang!?!

Marissa: Shoot... shoot de doot doot, shoot shoot?!

At this point I almost popped an artery from laughing so hard. Anita almost had to pull the car over because she was certain she was going to get into an accident. Conversations that lame yet that funny when still sober are a precious, rare, dangerous thing.

-S

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