Cowboy Caleb the liberal arts, grown-up stuff & random mischief

Waiting For Chicken Dinners

The following is a chronological timeline of communications between LMD, and I using sms, IM’s, email, verbal phrases and obscenity.

5pm LMD - Let’s go for martinis tonight
7pm LMD - Are you free for martinis tonight
7.46pm CC - I am in class. Talk to ya later.
8.45pm CC - Fuck martinis. I am hungry. Can you drive over?
8.50pm LMD - I will be there at your lobby at 9.20pm
8.55pm CC - Negro, please. I am starving. Hurry!
9.45pm CC - You are so bleedin late. Drive to the Cock & Bull.
10.10pm CC - FUCKKKK! The Cock & Bull IS CLOSED
10.11pm LMD - They closed at 10pm!!!
10.12pm CC - This is all your fault. You came late.
10.13pm LMD - Negro, please
10.15pm CC - I guess we can go to the malay joint
10.16pm LMD - Can’t we go to Blooies?
10.17pm CC - Negro, please!!!!!
11pm LMD - One chicken chop and one chicken cutlet pls
11.10pm CC - where is our food?
11.15pm CC- where the hell is our food??
11.30pm CC - Negro, please! Where the flying batshit is our food???
11.40pm LMD - ok let’s eat no more talking
11.42pm CC - This food sucks
12.15am LMD - So do you want to go for martinis?

Looks like we’re back to where we started.

*gobsmacked*

Did Blooie’s food suck? I’ve thought it was on the decline lately, but I appeared to be in the minority…

Dunno leh. I didnt want to go there because it’s a 10 min drive. Nigger, please - I’m starving already!!!

What does “Negro, please” mean? I think I’m not getting it.

it roughly means “You gotta be kidding me” or “get outta here”