About Damn Time...

I know, it's been more than half an year, but I finally have some more of my notes. So without further ado, Miss Ashley Batte...

In response to me stating "I'm checking my grades."
Batte: "What?!? Oh, I heard something totally different. I heard "I'm dissecting grapes".

Out of nowhere...
Batte: "Dang... I still have soda in my nose."

Batte: "Ugh, I choked on spit!"

While eating ribs...
Batte: I don't want to get any of this in my eyes..."

After looks of stupification all around, it was followed by...
Batte: You guys don't know! You've never had meat in your eye!"

Batte walked out of a relatively cold building, to walk across the parking lot during 120 + degree heat, walked into my office, to say...
"Cornbread sounds so good right now",
and then walked back across the parking lot, and back into her office.

On a side tangent, Batte (for some reason) HATES the word moist. With that being said...

Me:" Batte, what's better than a moist cake?"
Batte: " A fluffy iced cake. Oh, or better yet, a fluffy muffin!"

More to follow, eventually.

The first of many...

We'll start with some of the first ones I wrote down.  There are many more to come, but my notes are scattered everywhere, and I have to consolidate.  So here we go.

1)
Me: Batte, what's your favorite food?

Batte: Chicken, of course!

Me: What type of chicken?

Batte: (Picture black woman head-bob) Fried Chicken! Oh... Fuck...

2)
Batte: I hate Tyrese's greased up black ass! He's just so...so... greasy looking!

3)
Batte: I have this nightmare where I fall out of a window into a room full of penises.

4)
Batte: I'm eating...wait... I'm drinking man coffee.  With man cream.

I'll post more soon, hope you enjoy...