CA Interlude: “Like”-people and “Fuck”-people

I found out about two typical californian kinds of people, which I label “LPs” and “FPs” (derived from the wording you can find in this post’s title). What that means you ask me? Well so I shalth tell you what it means! Let’s make up the following every day conversation:

“Hey Christian, how are you?” – [some witty answer]

“Oh, and did it hurt when this truck struck you down or did you care more for the squirrel chewing on your left eyeball?” – [very sarcastic, outruling answer]

“I see. You so rule! I wish I could be like you. Hope you talk to me again some day, now I will go and leave me donation in honour. Here, take all my cash and my new rolex.” – [hurry-up-leave-now gesture]

And now translated to LP-talking:

“Hey Christian, man like how like are you?”

“Oh, and like did it like hurt when this like truck struck you like down or did you like care more for like the squirrel that was like chewing on your like left like eyeball?”

“I see. You so like rule! I like wish I could like be like you. I like hope you like talk to like me again like some day, now I will like go and like leave my like donation in like honour. Here, like take like all my cash and like my like new like rolex.”

Got it? Now for the FP-person:

“Hey fuck Christian, how the fuck are you?”

“Oh, and did it fuckin’ hurt when this fuckin’ truck struck you fuckin’ down, or should I say fucked you, or did you care more for the fuckin’ squirrel that was fuckin’ chewing on your fucking left fucking eyeball?”

“I fuckin’ see. Fuck dude, you fuckin’ rule! Fuck. I wish I could fuckin’ be like fuckin’ you. I fuckin’ hope you talk to me fuckin’ again some fuckin’ day, now I will fuckin’ go and fuckin’ leave my fuckin’ donation in fuckin’ honour. Here, take my fuckin’ cash and my fuckin’ new rolex!”

This is all. I love you all.