Yay for us, part 357

The kidlet and I are in Old City so that they can give a post-Halloween party for their Old Town pals in the distressingly-not-yet-completely-emptied old house. I love the kidlet's Old City friends. They're high school freshmen and living proof of the Wonder of Fanfiction.

Overheard so far:

"I said to him, 'You did not tear her vagina. For christ's sake, babies come out the vagina. All you did was have bad sex.'"

"When they write that he, like, licks his finger! Like that's enough lube!"

"I am 15 and I can do what I want!"
"Well, yeah, and get your boyfriend sent to jail ..."

"If a guy says that, I'm gonna say, 'sure you are, and I'm putting my clothes on and going home.'"

And best of all:

"I can't talk about this stuff with my school friends, because they're normal."



edited 2019 to retroactively correct the kidlet's gender pronouns