Page 74 of Space Balls: Houston, We Have Liftoff
Jules:I told Holt to go do manly stuff with Flynn and Ian.
Me:So what, they’re going to bake cookies?
Trish:Probably *laughing emoji
Jules: *middle finger emoji
Jackie:Work phone!
Jules:You’re just jealous that my man bakes orgasmic cookies.
Me:Dude. Brother, remember? *vomit emoji
Jules:*gif of Britney Spears rolling her eyes
Me:*gif of woman riding a cow like a bronco
Jules:*gif of a stripper falling off her pole
Me:*gif of a woman falling off her motorcycle
Trish:Are you two done yet?
Jules:*gif of Alan Rickman as Professor Snape yelling ‘Silence’
Jackie:WORK PHONE!
Jules:Hooker, please. This is also my work phone. And as I haven’t been picked up by the NSA, I’m pretty sure we’re good.
Trish:Anyhoo… West Ranch at 10.
Me:Leave your heels at home, Shortstack.
Jules:*gif of people dressed in camo Army crawling under barbed wire through mud
Jackie:I’m pretty sure laser tag isn’t that involved.
Me:Then you don’t know laser tag.
Trish:*gif of Ryan Reynolds sighing
Me:*gif of Ryan Reynolds as Deadpool air banging
Notification that Jackie has left the group text
Jules: *gif of The Simpsons’ Mr. Burns evil laugh
As usual, the girls put me in a good mood. My pre-graduation laser tag girls’ day is going to be fabulous. My brothers insisted on throwing a party at the ranch next Saturday, butthisSaturday will be all about the girls and me. I make a mental note to stock up on Baileys, edible glitter, and shoe polish.
Smile on my face, I slide my sticky laptop and notebooks in my backpack and head out.
It’s time to see a brother about automotive clear-coating a glitterized KitchenAid mixer.
Eighteen
Life support system
Vance
