"Bro, did you see Emily today?? Hoooohhhh man, she lookin' fine as hell! Shit got me libbin' for real, dog. Haven't been able to focus on anything all day! GYATT!"
"Damn, bro, you down bad, on God."
. . . . .
"Man, today must have just been
one of those days 'cause, like, all day today at work... I was just libbin', dude. Like, I turn to my left, not even really
looking for anything in particular, and it's just like GYATT: like, right there. I didn't even mean to look there, it was just there, like, "WOAH!". And then I'm walking down the hallway and suddenly someone's in front of me and it's like GYAAATTTT. It's like one thing after another. In my head I'm just like "GYAAAATTTTT", y'know? Like, DAYUM.
I just can't avoid it."
"Damn."