This is an inside joke that I'm posting because I only know how to be funny with inside jokes. Basically, something about these two crows sitting in a cornfield struck my fancy, so I took a picture of it. Almost immediately after posting it, my friend Alex and I began guessing what the crows could possibly be talking about. This is not a caption contest, it is a conversation contest. And it's not a contest, it's a conversation. So, I present to you: A Conversation Conversation.
Alex
"Sure hasn't changed up here, eh?"
"S'way I like it."
*silence*
"Saw Martha the other day. Still lookin' good. Still trim as a blade of grass."
"Yup."
..."There's that godforsaken horse again."
"Wild, you think?"
*silence*
"Naw. It ain't wild."
Kate
"Hey, Joe. How you feeling today?"
"Like a soldier of God."
"Christ, Joe, not this again."
Alex
"Whatcha thinking bout, Harold?"
"Titties."
Alex
"Imagine if aliens just dropped out of the sky and landed in this field."
"Dunno what they'd want with two old geezers like us."
"You think we could fly away in time before they spotted us?"
"I dunno, Stacey. That's a real hard question."
*silence*
"I wouldn't mind being abducted by aliens."
"What makes you say that?"
"Oh, y'know. It'd be a good story to tell the grand kids."
Kate
“Magnus, you old cunt! How’s the ol’ ball and chain treating you?”
“Christina’s been dead for six years, Phil.”
“…Well, shit in my hat and call me an asshole for making conversation.”
Kate
"There's Old Mr. Chesterfeild plowing the field again."
"Yip."
"He's mighty old n'aa."
"Yip."
"That boy 'a his better pull his dick outta his ass and start helpin' his daddy."
..."Yip."
"Hear that boy's got himself a pretty little thing down on Stiller Side Road. To bad the boy's more queer than a three dollar bill."
"Yip."
*silence*
"I think we know to much about the Chesterfeilds."
Kate
“Hey, man. I heard about your cancer.”
*silence*
“Subtle, Quentin.”
Kate
“Hey Taylor, why aren’t there ever any chicks round here?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, there’s never any chicks around.”
“What, you mean like, baby chickens?”
“No, man! Like hot bird pussy! You know what I’m sayin! I want some LADIES, bro! I w...anna get down n dirty wit dem hoezzz. We should find some twins, man. We should totally find some twins, and share them. Like not together, cuz that’s gay. But we should scope this shithole, find the hottest effing bitches around, and just fuck em. Just fuck em and then fly away. No phone numbas, ma fetha. Feel me?”
“…I’m a woman, Ted.”
Kate
"Do you use Skype?"
"No."
"You should."
*silence*
Kate
*silence*
"Fuck, I want an Iced Cap."
