Britney and Shania and the Coleslaw Catastrophe (being pt5 of the ‘Coleslaw Catastrophe’ series)

 

“Like OMG, Shania, that’s grody to the max.”

 

“Like I know, Britney. Like gag me with a spoon.”

 

“Like... coleslaw? Like, gross.”

 

“Like... totes gross.”

 

“I know, right?”

 

“Like... we’ve gotta do something, Britney.”

 

“I know what you’re saying, Shania.”

 

“Like I know what I’m saying, Britney.”

 

“But what can we, two totes gorge babes of the world, do about, like, ‘it’?”

 

“I dunno, Britney. But we’ve gotta do, like, something!”

 

“Like what, Shania?”

 

“We’ve gotta think about it, Britney. Like, with our brains.”

 

“Like OMG, Shania. Are you, like, suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”

 

“Like totes, Britney.”

 

“Like OMG, Shania. Like totes OMG to the max.”

 

...

 

Britney and Shania did some thinking. With their brains. Then, because the situation warranted it, they thought some more. After six-and-a-half-minutes, Britney said...

 

“Like OMG, Shania, that’s, like, the most thinking I’ve ever done in my life.”

 

“Like I know, right?”

 

“So like... what are we gonna do, Shania?”

 

“About what, Britney?”

 

“The coleslaw, Shania.”

 

“Like barf me out, Britney. I like totes forgot about the coleslaw.”

 

“Like me too, Shania.”

 

“Like... bogus.”

 

“Like totes bogus to the max.”

 

[ like totes not the end ]