They say you can tell a lot about a person by their friends. Turns out my friends are a bunch of smart arses. Who’da thunk?
Here I am, trying to be a better person, educating myself, trying to grow … and there they are with the jokes at my expense. God love ’em.
What am I talking about?
You see, I put the call out to my pals, asking if anyone wouldn’t mind penning a little testimonial about this here blog for me.
It’s not easy to toot one’s own horn, plus – I’m kinda lazy so I thought it might be easier to get them to do all the work, ya know?
Some of them met the brief, I’ll be able to use their words of glory on a media kit to try and nab myself some work.
Others? Well …
… here’s what they said:
Todd: “Teste-moan-ial. What kind of site is this?”
Elise: “That Rebel, she’s so funny. I just loved her in Pitch Perfect … oh wait, umm this chick’s pretty funny too.”
Bek: “Rebel is impossible not to like, and has a great set of norks. A term for breasts which, incidentally, I learned from her.”
Lyndell: “I wish I had more eyes so I could more readily take in the splendor that is Rebel Without a Pause. It also hasn’t caused any itching or paralysis like I find with other blogs. Actually I like it so much I don’t want to share it with you all, so I’m going to set fire to my computer.”
Paul: “Rebel makes me want to become a better person. I used to be on the dole, now I live in the Bahamas on my 90 ft cruiser. Thank you for your financial advice, and for helping me walk again. You proved the doctors wrong.”
Heidi: “Kind of hippie, but closet bogan, who says what we all think.”
Rachel: “Rebel is amazing. I’ve seen all her movies, just this morning I watched a hilarious video with Rebel and Ellen De Generes doing funny things and generally being good pals. Gal’s got friends in high places. If Ellen likes her, you probably should too.”
See what I mean? Smart arses …. And I love it!
How would you describe your posse? what are your pals like?
Sounds similar to my group…..
If anyone listened in on me & my mates they would think that we all dislike each other intensely.
Our language of love is insults, derogatory comments about personalities and/or asses & faces, and just general abuse. but we laugh while we do it, so that makes it OK!
My best mate says that he knows I love him, because I insult him as much as I insult my husband :o)
Ha! Love it x