High school girls.
For real. My 12-hour flight from Seoul, Korea to LAX was straight out of a nightmare scene in a Judd Apatow movie. Only worse than anything he could imagine. I swear I'm not embellishing in the least when I tell you these two high school juniors played "tickle each other" for the better part of three hours. Like, WTF is wrong with you people. When they weren't tickling each other and elbowing me in the head as I tried to watch Drillbit Taylor and The Bank Job in peace, they were talking about how Jimmy is kinda cute but texts her too much. Plus, with all of the distractions from swimming practice, SATs, their parents, etc., she just might not have time for Jimmy. Also, Robbie is cuter!
Holy shit balls.
If anything, this most miserable of 12-hour flight rides did bring me to one enlightening realization: all women were once 15 year old girls.
And with that, I'm back in the U.S. of A. I missed this place and you guys. Big ups to Matt, Kulp, Dan, Clare, Chamo, and all for keeping this place entertaining. You guys rock.
I will probably now retire from blogging, because, well... I'm a frontrunner and the Phillies aren't in first.
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