*Earlier this evening*
Al: Evelyn and I are going to a dinner party at Rob's.
Me: Rob is throwing a dinner party!?
[Al's best friend Rob is intentionally amusingly ghetto.]
Al: Yea.
Me: I can't picture Rob throwing a dinner party. I *can* imagine him throwing hors d'ouvres at you in lieu of actually serving them.
Al: LOL!
Me: Like, "Here bitch, fuck y'all! Service my ass."
*later*
Me: Did rob throw the whore-derves at y'all
Al: Lol nah but we told him
Me: Yes!
Me: "You guys want some whore-derves?" *toss* "Here motherfucka. Catch or starve, bitch."
Me: Someone should throw a party called "catch or starve"--you only get to eat if you can catch what the server chucks at you
Me: "Yo can I get a burger?"
Me: "Here bitch" *throw*
Me: "You want ketchup?"
Me: "Um. Sure"
Me: "Well. Catch, bitch" *aims the ketchup in the general vicinity of the burger / person, squirts*