They call me MISTER Dibs !

So last night was Buddy Nite. It usually consists of me, The Hoag, and The Blonde.



Sometime during the day either through text messages, emails, or phone calls we decide where to eat or what to do.



But all during the day yesterday we never hear from The Blonde.



Nothing. El Nada.



So use our back up plan and we meet at the "usual spot" just in case she had some communication breakdown.



Or something.



But she's not there.



And it's at that moment we realize that she must have died. Cuz she would have called , correct?



Here is how the conversation went once we figured out she was in heaven:



ME: "I've got dibs on her new Sony flat screen!"



HOAG: "Dibs on her Bose!"



ME: "New rug...MINE!"



HOAG: "Her undergarments!"



ME: "The grill !"



HOAG: "Good...I hate that grill"



ME: "Her new sectional sofa!"



HOAG: "Fuck."



ME: "Laptop!"



HOAG: "Hammock!"



ME: "Meats and snacks!"



HOAG: "Booze!"



ME: "I don't want anything else."



HOAG: "Me neither."



ME: "What should we do now?"



HOAG: "Go eat."



ME: "I'll miss her."



HOAG: "Me too."



ME: "What should we eat?"



HOAG: "Italian"





So To Sum Up:



They Call Me MISTER Dibs.



They call Hoag, Hoag.