61 Ways To Annoy/Piss Off Billie Joe Armstrong
Number Fifteen On The List
I had found Billie sitting in the basement, playing a bit of guitar and I went to him and sat across form him.
“Hey, Billie, I’m sorry about this morning and the whole talking over you thing.” I said looking down at my feet.
“It’s okay, honey. It was a bit funny though.” He said smiling at me.
“It was wasn’t it? I just wanted to ask you something.” I said quietly.
Billie sighed, “But, I already told you how sex works and where babies come form.”
“No, no, no, it’s something else,” I said hurriedly, “I’ve been wondering, what is a green day?”
“It’s a band.”
“No, but where did it come form?”
“Oh, right, well it’s a day where you do nothing but smoke weed.” Billie said matter-of-factly.
I chuckled, “I see, I thought it had something to do with St. Patrick’s Day.”
“Why wou-”
I cut Billie off, “You know, what’d be awesome, a Green Day Day!” I sat up and clapped my hands with excitement.
“And what do you do on Green Day Day?”
I shrugged, “I dunno, have a green day?”
“No.”
“Oh, why not?”
“Cause.”
“Asshole.” I got up, slapped him over the head, and walked away, half way to the door, I turned back around, “I found your stash, so I’m going to have my own Green Day Day!” And then I blew a raspberry.
“I don’t have a stash.” Billie lied.
“Oh yes you do.” I said walking back up the stairs.
“Please don’t tell Adie.” Was the last thing I heard him say.
“Hey, Billie, I’m sorry about this morning and the whole talking over you thing.” I said looking down at my feet.
“It’s okay, honey. It was a bit funny though.” He said smiling at me.
“It was wasn’t it? I just wanted to ask you something.” I said quietly.
Billie sighed, “But, I already told you how sex works and where babies come form.”
“No, no, no, it’s something else,” I said hurriedly, “I’ve been wondering, what is a green day?”
“It’s a band.”
“No, but where did it come form?”
“Oh, right, well it’s a day where you do nothing but smoke weed.” Billie said matter-of-factly.
I chuckled, “I see, I thought it had something to do with St. Patrick’s Day.”
“Why wou-”
I cut Billie off, “You know, what’d be awesome, a Green Day Day!” I sat up and clapped my hands with excitement.
“And what do you do on Green Day Day?”
I shrugged, “I dunno, have a green day?”
“No.”
“Oh, why not?”
“Cause.”
“Asshole.” I got up, slapped him over the head, and walked away, half way to the door, I turned back around, “I found your stash, so I’m going to have my own Green Day Day!” And then I blew a raspberry.
“I don’t have a stash.” Billie lied.
“Oh yes you do.” I said walking back up the stairs.
“Please don’t tell Adie.” Was the last thing I heard him say.