I was texting a college girlfriend of mine, Mallory, to find out when she would be gracing me with her presence. She asked if I was off all day, to which I replied, “Yup. Let me know when I need to put pants on.” Her response: LOL! (For those of you who don’t know–I kind of hate pants. In college, I was often without them and to this day, I’d still rather wear skirts.)
Anyways, I got to thinking about the LOL. And how often I use it. How often WE as a collective generation use it. So I went through my Google Mail. And searched for “LOL.” Since January 1 of this year, I have had over 500 gchat or gmail conversations that included “lol,” “LOL,” or “LOL!”
Guess what? They weren’t all very funny. We say lol instead of having to say, “uh huh, go on.” or “yeah yeah.” or “whatever.” It’s an all purpose response.
In honor of the over-used LOL, I’ve taken the liberty of including some of the actual LOL moments that have made me, or someone else, laugh out loud.Penny: Do you say endive like “en dive” or “on deeve” me: Depends who I’m talking to. Penny: LOL me: Brian and Matt and Sasha want to go sledding; how do I tell them that this displeases me? Cletus: You tell them, “You know what sounds better? staring at a wall.” me: LOL Molly: Can I pick your brain for a minute? me: Yes; though I warn you: I’m hungry, sleepy, cranky, and my eyes hurt O:-) Molly: LOL fair enough. me: I want to buy a vibrator at Walgreen’s; just to buy one there–like go all out hardcore buying everything on the shelves. And walk up with a big smile on my face. And tell them I just got dumped. There’s something wrong with me, right? Penny: no, LOL! me: I hate snow Carla: Really?! me: Yes. I just shoveled that shit (OK, I did it because I needed a work out.) Carla: LOL Molly: my HILARIOUS sister: “I have a theory that Jewish girls have a ceremony when they are babies kind of like how baby boys have a bris. But for girls the Rabbi comes in and hits them on the nose with a special hammer and deviates their septum.” me: LOL Penny: okay, I want to go on the record: This guy I work with–I have named him Douche-Bot 3000. I’m certain he has no soul. me: LOL! Brian: you should Google the following text: sqrt(cos(x))cos(300x)+sqrt(abs(x))-0.7)(4-x*x)^0.01, sqrt(6-x^2), -sqrt(6-x^2) from -4.5 to 4.5 me: oh geez LOL me: I have an interview! Wanna know the best part? Penny: Yes me: It’s with a company that I told, in my cover letter, that they had a typo in their job description. Penny: hahahaha me: Because I was having a bad day and feeling sassy Penny: LOL; they probably appreciated it Molly: I’m determined to find the chat where i told you about my husband who will give me Christmas, “I will have a full size tree one day. When i have a nice Christian husband. Who will shower me in Christmas.” Molly: what date is that from? me: 11/29 Molly: and here i was, looking in December. me: lol Molly: silly me 😛 me: Christmas trees are old news by then. Molly: LOL me: just watch me end up with cheese-hating children Molly: oh man that’d be terrible. What would you do? me: Cry. No. Have more for me? Molly: LOL Penny: I feel irrationally bitchy. I despise this guy I kind of know. I envision stabbing him in the brain with a knife a la Walking Dead. me: Why? Penny: I don’t have a good reason for hating him so much, but every fiber of my being does. me: I love you Penny: I’m glad you love me even though I confessed to head stabbing fantasies. me: LOL
LOL! No, for real this time.