girlnamedxena

Sorry to Janine and Steve, but I needed an outlet for my *cough* creativity. And I know some of the slang is new, but that's the fun of it! So here you go, a story written almost completely in indescipherable slang.

"I'm so jazzed," Caroline said.

"Fuckin' A!" Janine agreed. "Swing is totally teh love !!11!!eleventyone!"

"There're some seriously cool-headed daddy-os grooving to the jive." Caroline observed. "I'm going on the make."

Janine watched Caroline draw designs all some a far-out cat, until Steve, a square but keen dude sat down beside her.

"That is one real gone chick." He said, watching Caroline flail around like a paper-shaker.

"Yeah, it's pretty hairy. I should get in there before she goes and bogarts all the meat." Janine got up.

"Hey, I'm one outta sight dancer, if you know what I mean. Wanna shag ass and go to the passion pit or watch the submarine races?" Steve asked hopefully.

"Climb it, Tarzan. I'm going to the kybo." Janine said in an effort to put the kibosh Steve's skuzz attention, then booked it out of there.

I know it's not very long, but I didn't want to start repeating terms.