Why I Am Forever Intrigued By My Male Buddies (and why they make a good source of entertainment)
Jack is this buff punky rocker with a lip ring, unruly mop of hair and a permanant look on his face that says “Don’t fuck with me”. But he’s always the first one to wash the dishes at my house. And Racer is this gorgeous blonde with a pretty boy face - the type that wears striped polo shirts with the collar up - Elvis style. Who would ever know they would be best friends? This is what made me laugh on a balmy afternoon by the river at Point Walter.
The boys are swimming in the river.
Jack flinches when a jellyfish touches his leg.
Jack - Wanna eat that jellyfish?
Racer - I will if you will man
Jack - Yeah okay
Jack pulls at a dead jellyfish floating by and it’s tentacle comes off. They’re both closely inspecting their meal, probably deciding whether or not they have the balls to go through with it.
Racer- I’ll take the small piece
Jack - I’ll take the bigger piece then
They put it in their mouth. Moments later they have the same look of disgust on their face and both of them scoops up salty river water to wash down the jellyfish.
Racer - That’s bad. It’s like swallowing a loogie.
Jack - Whoa man. A moment ago I was kinda freaked out when it touched my leg. Yet I can still eat it.
Racer - Dude, am I glowing?
- Life is like, Here Comes Your Man, La La Love You | Time: 11:12 am (UTC+8)
