Meme Girls, Part Duh, February 28th

My Meme Girls post from February 1st was so popular and generated such an uproar of widespread laughter than I’m thinking about making it a regular feature! If you missed it, here’s the link: https://jenslittleblackbook.com/2022/02/01/meme-girls-february-1st/ The blog generated these comments: H said, “The next time you post such a funny offering, I respectfully suggest that it start with a disclaimer: WARNING – the information contained herein may cause the reader to experience incontinence!” EyeSpy emailed, “You made me laugh out loud this morning. When I looked at the check the boxes meme… really laugh out loud… a lot.” P texted, “Brilliant! Can’t stop laughing.” A commented, “OMG, you had me at ‘What the f*ck’!”

So thank you to ALL my loyal readers who share my sense of humor and for writing in to share your laughter– it made me smile and laugh all over again. And KLB is just beyond flattered too, as she is the meme genius. Ok… here we go again. I present to you the second installment of Meme Girls… this time it’s Part Duh.

KLB kicked off the day with a Queen reference and the picture below. “Scaramoosh! Scary Mask? Are you traveling this week, Jenster?”

Already I was in tears cracking up because she knows I’m a huge Freddy Mercury fan. Where does she find these memes?? “It’s very hard to do the fandango with a face covering, babe. Very very frightening. Of course I’m traveling this week. Didn’t get the upgrade yet either and the flight to Vegas takes forever. I hope no noisy kids are near me.” She had an immediate reply…

“OMG. please don’t wish that on me. Why do so few parents control their kids in public?” I’ve been all over the country lately and she’s pretty much stayed put but is itching to travel. I inquired, “Are you still staying close to home? The weather has been awful lately. I wouldn’t be leaving the house if I didn’t have to. I have had one bad hair day after another– I’m sure you can relate.” My turn to be funny. I sent her this…

“Jenster, I cut my own bangs recently. Please remove all scissors from my apartment. I cannot be trusted. I thought it was just the lighting but I was incorrect. Thought about calling the Po Po but who would believe that someone broke into my house just to torture me by cutting my bangs and left without stealing anything??”

“Oh honey, clearly your dignity has been compromised. You might want to make that call and turn yourself in. But don’t show them that ravishing picture above that you might still have framed on your nightstand. Ya see that gorgeous senior? That was yours truly in 1985. Look at those brows. Never should have tweezed them. The blue eyeliner is classy, no? But the hair. OMG, hello 80s.” I had a follow up before she even hit send.

She sent back emojis for laughing 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂. “At least you were skinny then.” Uuugh. She was right. And then she was lightning fast with this doozy…

“Where did you find her? I think we went to camp together and obvi we had the same stylist. Wait, are you making fun of me? You mean you don’t love my high school senior year pic? Come to think of it, I probably do need some of those gummy things so I’m not hunched over by the time I’m 60.” But do I loathe the sound of gum chewing. Just a pet peeve of mine. I was thinking of my mug collection when this comic came to mind…

“Jen, I have to tell you something. We have been friends for a long time. I am comfortable with the concept of killing my neighbors when I see and hear them chewing gum in the elevator. And I despise their bratty kids, too.”

Her murderous thoughts scare me not. Hell, we used to work together and fantasized often about pencil sharpener “mishaps” and together brainstormed instituting Bring A Weapon To Work Wednesdays. (We never did it.) But I wrote back, “You know your neighbors??? It’s NYC. That is dangerous, girl. Get back inside!” I had to buzz by the grocery store and told her we’d talk later. Until I found these signs at the new Brooklyn Fare around the corner from me. I sent immediately.

“That’s quite the buffet. I hope you stocked up, Jenny. Remember someone once called one of our co-workers Weapons Grade Stupid? I thought that was a mean but fitting reference. And then I saw this last week and memories of working together sprung forward. Can you believe this ad actually went national recently…”

“Wow. Cheap! Brooklyn Fare wasn’t even selling kids this week. (Their selection isn’t great.) But I did have this experience at check out…”

She didn’t miss a beat…

I fired back, “You think I’m ugly? I do work hard. And I thought you liked my hair??”

“Let’s see…” she wrote. “I’d be Silvia Fruit Cup. And you?” Hmmmm. I replied, “I’d be Beatrice Babka! I love that one. Here’s one for you, hon…”

“Ha! You feeding me layups now?? Ba-bam!”

“It’s such a good thing we are friends. I just love our banter.” I was just about to write that I was a little tired but my phone knew me better. This populated… so I of course shared it with her.

The thing about having such an interactively hilarious friend is that you are always ready for the next laugh. But I always hide my screen in public when she texts because ya just never know!