Leslie: He’s typing everything we say.
Ben: I’m practicing my journalism skills.
Leslie: I’m gonna say something dirty.
(Insert dirty thing that Leslie would’ve said but did not, followed by much laughter)
Leslie: Put that in your blog, Yancer.
Ben: I spelled it “But that in your blog” instead of “Put.”
Angela and Leslie: (hysterical laughter)
Angela: That is dirty.
Angela: You said “Put that in your butt.”
Ben: No, I didn’t.
Angela and Leslie (crying and laughing): Yes, you did.
Ben (insistent): No, I didn’t.
Angela and Leslie (more crying and laughing): Yes, you did.
Ben: What would you put in your butt?
Leslie: I don’t know. Whatever dirty I was gonna say. Put that in your butt and smoke it.
Ben: Put that in your butt and smoke it.
Leslie: I’m so gonna start saying that now. That’s gonna be my quote on MySpace.
Ben: I guess that’s slightly better than your other one.
Angela: What was your other one?
Ben: Life’s a bitch . . .
Leslie: And then you die.
(We stop conversing to relive the conversation and argue over who actually said what)
Leslie: Nobody’s going to believe that I didn’t say anything dirty. (mimicking Justin) “She did, but he just didn’t write it down.” I have a reputation, you know.
Leslie: Stop. Now I feel like I’m just performing for you. You and your dirty blog.
Angela: Yeah, that can be the title. “You and Your Dirty Blog.”
Leslie: Or at the end you could put “Journalism skills, my ass.”