61 Ways To Annoy/Piss Off Billie Joe Armstrong
Number Twenty Six On The List
"Pshht." I whispered to Billie.
Billie looked up from his songwriting notebook, looked at me, rolled his eyes and went back to his notebook. I found it quite rude.
"Pshht." I repeated to Billie.
This time Billie just ignored and continued to scribble words down in his notebook.
"Pshht!!!" This time I almost shouted and Billie jumped a little in his seat.
"What?" Billie asked, he had caved in.
I gestured, using my pointer finger, for him to lean over to the kitchen island, so I can whisper in his ears.
Billie looked intreged, and leaned a little. "What?" He whispered.
I gestured for him to lean in closer. So he did.
"What?" He repeated.
"How do you make a baby?" I asked, looking Billie straight in the eyes.
I have to admit he looked a little disappointed in my question as though he was expecting me to ask a better question. Billie stared at me, and then slumped back in his seat. "You’ve already asked me that." He stated.
‘"I have?" I was acting confused.
"Yes, yes, you have. At three-thirty in the morning." He went back to his notebook.
"So to make a baby you need a man and woman," Billie nodded, "they do it," Billie nodded again, "then…" I paused for added effect. "Can you help me make a baby?"
Billie stopped writing and stared at the page in his notebook for a while before looking up and me like he wanted to seriously hurt me. I heard a low growl grow in the back of Billie’s throat. Almost, a lion like growl.
"I take that as a no then…" I left the room and with a Billie-like growl.
Billie looked up from his songwriting notebook, looked at me, rolled his eyes and went back to his notebook. I found it quite rude.
"Pshht." I repeated to Billie.
This time Billie just ignored and continued to scribble words down in his notebook.
"Pshht!!!" This time I almost shouted and Billie jumped a little in his seat.
"What?" Billie asked, he had caved in.
I gestured, using my pointer finger, for him to lean over to the kitchen island, so I can whisper in his ears.
Billie looked intreged, and leaned a little. "What?" He whispered.
I gestured for him to lean in closer. So he did.
"What?" He repeated.
"How do you make a baby?" I asked, looking Billie straight in the eyes.
I have to admit he looked a little disappointed in my question as though he was expecting me to ask a better question. Billie stared at me, and then slumped back in his seat. "You’ve already asked me that." He stated.
‘"I have?" I was acting confused.
"Yes, yes, you have. At three-thirty in the morning." He went back to his notebook.
"So to make a baby you need a man and woman," Billie nodded, "they do it," Billie nodded again, "then…" I paused for added effect. "Can you help me make a baby?"
Billie stopped writing and stared at the page in his notebook for a while before looking up and me like he wanted to seriously hurt me. I heard a low growl grow in the back of Billie’s throat. Almost, a lion like growl.
"I take that as a no then…" I left the room and with a Billie-like growl.