Overheard: Two Feet To My Left
Week after week (after week after week…), CollegeCandy and our pal John bring you some of the weirdest, funniest, and saddest things he hears on his college campus. And we know he’s not the only one who hears this stuff. Join the Overheard revolution! Listen in on some weirdos’ conversations and share them in the comments or send ‘em over to us to put in next week’s post.
(Guy, two girls, at dining hall breakfast.)
Guy: You girls don’t need your buns toasted, do you?
Girl 1: Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh.
Girl 2: Heh heh. No.
Guy: I was talking about the hot dog buns.
(Girl, on the phone, on a campus thoroughfare.)
Girl: I wish you didn’t have a penis!
Girl: Well, then I wish you would stop jerking off in the shower!
(Girl, talking to other girl, outside classrooms.)
Girl: He’s my boyfriend. So cute!
Girl 2: He’s my boyfriend too. I just wanna eat him up, spit him back out and eat him up again.
(Girl, complaining to other girls about something.)
Girl: Are you kidding me? That bitch! I’m sick of her. That bitch, be like, ‘bitch! Your head’s gone!’
(Guy, girl, shopping in an electronics store.)
Guy: If there were a game I’d have sex with, it’d probably be this one.
Girl: That’s gross.
Girl: I guess I would too, though.
(Guy, before class.)
Guy: You know, I just love it. Ribbons of blood! It’s a beautiful thing.
(Two guys, at party.)
Guy 1: Who wants do a shot with me!
Guy 2: Of what?
Guy 1: Wait, let me read the bottle. It’s … my urine!
(Two guys, talking at a concert.)
Guy 1: I don’t really like Rihanna. I’ve always like Chris Brown better. I guess that’s pretty insensitive to say, though, huh.
Guy 2: I don’t think so. I think it’s only insensitive if he’s sitting in the car behind you.
(Girl, guy, walking around a Barnes and Noble.)
Guy: I don’t get what’s so special about Josh Groban.
Guy: I mean, what?
Girl: Ask your parents. They can tell you when you’re older.
(Two guys, shopping for groceries.)
Guy 1: How’s your meat.
Guy 2: Pretty spongey.
(Two girls, talking at a party.)
Girl 1: He was kind of a third wheel, right?
Girl 2: Fifth wheel. Seventh wheel. That wheel that goes flying out of the car wreck on fire after everyone dies.
(Three guys, at the bar.)
Guy 1: You going to the show with us tonight?
Guy 2: Not sure. Dunno.
Guy 1: What, you wanna stay here? And let this loser get you sick?
Guy 3: Oh, he told you about that?
Guy 1: What?
Guy 3: I’m sick. I’m dying.