Sock Puppet Theater Presents: Bim and Coco From Four Years Ago Were Really Mature
Coco: So I was browsing through Bim’s LJ archives a couple of weeks ago. Of course, I look only through the entries that mention my name. I do it for self-validation, to make sure that Bim loves me as much as I love him. Like a brother, that is. A brother that I’d want to have sex with.
Bim: What?
Coco: What?
Bim: A brother that you’d want to have what with?
Coco: I said, “A brother that I’d want to go to the movies with, especially on weekdays when there aren’t that many people.”
Bim: Oh. Okay. That makes total sense.
Coco: You should, like, have your ears checked or something. Anyway, I stumbled upon this entry from way back in mid-2004. We were a few months away from graduation, and you wrote about how we talked about the most mature topics. And all of these occurred within one school day. So I decided to Sock Puppetize it.
Bim: Right. Ooh I distinctly remember this one. We were in your car, and we were listening to some mellow music. (Coco’s the blue one, because he likes the color blue. I’m the orange-ish one, because my scrotum appears orange-ish during the summer, which is my third most favorite season of the year.)
Bim: We always sat in front during our classes, but for some reason, we opted to sit at the back that particular day. I couldn’t hear what the professor was saying, so I asked Coco for some help.
Bim: The Pistons were also playing the Lakers in an NBA Finals game that day. Coco and I decided to bet on it. I bet for the Pistons, and if I win, he’d have to give me his left testicle. And if I lose, I’d have to give him mine.
Bim: Pistons won.
Coco: So yeah, Bim still has rightful ownership of my left nut (whose name is Jorge). A few days later, I went all-in and wagered the right one (Brennan). The winner would be the one who could correctly predict who dies first: Paul McCartney or Ringo Starr. Silly Bim says that Ringo’d kick the bucket earlier. The guy sports a mohawk to this day, man. You’re goin’ down, McCartney’s goin’ down, and Jorge’s comin’ home.
