What the hell? That is the question!
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Sulli
I think his name was Lee Taemin. Yeah, Taemin. Wait, it might not be - yeah, it is! Oh, whatever. I'm just gonna call him "Guy-Whose-Name-I-Don't-Remember" while I tell this story.
Anyway, Guy-Whose-Name-I-Don't-Remember and I are related - well, in a really complicated way. Here's how it goes: I am his best friend's neighbor's uncle's grandma's nephew's boyfriend's younger sister. Quite a tongue twister, isn't it?
There was this one time where I was sent to his house so he could babysit me. To this day, I still don't understand why it had to be him, but oh well. He was super cute, but man, was he in a bad mood that day. It seemed like every single thing I did somehow pissed him off, so I eventually decided to poke some fun at Guy-Whose-Name-I-Don't-Remember.
I just simply went to get a drink of water while he was doing the dishes. When I finished, I gently put the cup I drank from next to the sink. And of course, Mr. Overreactor (I came up with another name for him) got mad at me.
"What the hell?!" He exclaimed, pointing at the cup.
I put on a big grin. "What the hell? Why are you going 'what the hell' all of a sudden? I should be saying 'what the hell' to you for saying 'what the hell' to me. Oh, but then you're gonna get all mad and confused because I'm not supposed to say 'what the hell' because of your 'what the hell'. But what the hell, right? That is the question!"
Taemin just remained where he was, his mouth slightly open and not moving a muscle. "What...the hell..."
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First comedy I've written in a while. Well, kind of...
It's certainly not a sappy, dramatic story like the others. XD
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