Archive for the ‘Bimbettes’ Category

Think of the Starv­ing Ba­by Birds in Africa

Guy on cell: Yeah…right…uh huh…hold on a sec­ond.

He leans over and throws up on the side­walk.

Guy on cell: What were you say­ing?

–59th & 5th

Over­heard by: Jeff Hub­bard

Woman #1: I wan­na get re­al­ly stoned so I can throw up.
Woman #2: Why?
Woman #1: Just to know I can.

–LIRR

Girl: I want to throw up. Like, I have some puke in the back of my throat.

–Broad­way & West 4th

Over­heard by: Ju­lia

I’d Rather Date Her

Boyfriend hold­ing up slut­ty top: What about this one?
Girl­friend: If you were a girl you’d be the biggest skank in New York.

–Char­lotte Russe, Man­hat­tan Mall, 33rd & 6th

Head­line by: Scott

Run­ners-Up:

· “And knock the Stat­ue of Lib­er­ty right off that pedestal.” — LORI

· “But at least it flat­ters my man-boobs” — An­drew

· “I learned from the best” — Bre­anne S.

· “Putting the “Ho” back in “Home­boy”” — cinekat

· “What She Does­n’t Know Won’t Hurt Her” — Al­i­son R.


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Just Don’t Try to Fill Them Up With Dirt

Bim­bette daugh­ter: So, you like, had to, like, grow corn and shit when you were lit­tle?
Old hip­pie fa­ther: Yeah, be­fore I moved to Ore­gon. We had cows.
Bim­bette daugh­ter: Ewww! You had to milk cows?
Old hip­pie fa­ther: Yeah, but cows don’t help with house­hold chores, though. On­ly croc­o­diles can do that.
Bim­bette daugh­ter: Word.

–Barnes & No­ble