Meet “Z”

Some friends just stick. Sometimes those friends actually live outside of the computer screen. “Blasphemy!”. I can hear you thinking it already, but it is true.  This post is testament to that. When I first met Z, I was convinced that he was going to set our classroom on fire. Marketing 101. College.  His head phones and blaring Tech N9ne were essential to his wardrobe and my uneasiness. Little did I know, he wasn’t actually a murderer but one of my future best friends

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Some friendships are cosmic. He paid me in beer to say that. Part of the deal was also for me to give him some of my spotlight. So without further ado, meet my friend “Z”…

Well hello there! Becky (editor’s note: fuck you) has asked me to step in and fill in some space due to her recent episode of writer’s block. I offered her a couple hits of acid and the leprechauns that do my typing for me, but she refused. I’m not sure why she denied my offer though. Those four creepy little dudes have kept me employed the last three years and even earned me a 2.31 GPA throughout college. Fancy, I know.

Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Z. Well at least that’s what she named me on here a few times anyway. I’ve been called worse. I am originally from Smackover, Arkansas. Dead serious. Google it. It sucks, I know. But before my recent relocation to the great shit hole of Baton Rouge, Louisiana, the two of us shared roughly 572,890 pitchers of beer together.

I shared with her my knowledge of billiards and was even the third wheel through the entirety of a yearish long relationship of hers. If it wasn’t for her, I would probably be sober. Yes, my life would suck if not for this lovely blonde! (editor’s note again: redhead now dumbass).

Up until recently, I didn’t even know her blog existed. For some reason I had to stalk her on Facebook just to learn this hidden writing talent of hers. But now I understand why we have always texted and only ever spoken on the phone once  in our multi-year relationship. And that was more awkward than some random non-blogger dude making an appearance on some chick’s highly popular blog.

When she first asked me to write a guest post, I will admit I giggled with a slight evilness. I thought, “How witty can I be?” and “Oh the people I can piss off with my political views!”. Then I realized she would just delete my post and ban me from the internet, which would cause a riot with the leprechauns. Not worth the risk.

So instead, I must confess to the masses how blessed each of you are to sit right where your rear is currently placed and enjoy reading the very thoughts and ideas that I have been graced with throughout my friendship with Miss Long Johns herself since some time in 2009. I check for new posts quite frequently now, due to the lack of our shared time together. It’s all I can get. She won’t come visit me anymore. Thanks to y’all.

I think I have babbled enough, and her head is probably slightly swollen after reading these kind words. It’s been a pleasure occupying roughly 3-27 minutes of your time. Who knows, maybe one day she will allow me to post something witty and political. Maybe not political but at least witty.

P.S. Her cats are evil. Between Ace, Jack, and my cat allergy, I am surprised I never woke up cross-eyed after drunkenly passing out on her couch all of those nights. Then again, it could have been those three-month old leftovers I always took off of her refrigerator’s hands. Who knows…

Stay tuned tomorrow for the recap of the LaLaBec New Year’s Eve bash. Because you know you don’t remember. Please leave a nice comment for Z while you wait. My writer’s block thanks him and you. 

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About becca3416

Becca Cord is a twenty-something year old southern ballerina turned humor writer and video editor. Having lived in Louisiana her entire life, she is now perusing her travel dreams while starting her own free-lance Web Marketing business and organizing a nation wide blogging event, Blogger Interactive. She believes one of her callings is making people laugh, and she intends to do so. You can find Becca on her personal blog, Facebook page, or Twitter @becca25tofly.

Posted on January 8, 2013, in Humor, Silly and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 125 Comments.

  1. Becca used to be blond? I can’t handle this new info. I am ruined.

  2. Nice to meet you, Z! Do you always go around with a towel over your shoulder?

  3. All I have to say to this is MEOW.

    And I always wondered who the blonde in the bottom picture was…

    And Meow.

    And it just passed 4am my time so no judging, please. Can’t sleep. Can’t think.

  4. What a good friend you have their Becca! I think you were wise to avoid the Leprechauns. I hear they bite, and not in the good way.

  5. Becca,
    Zed’s dead baby.
    I just had to.
    Le Clown

  6. Awww…we all need a good guy friend to have our back and Z seems perfect!

  7. Is it inappropriate to say I want to be the meat in a Becca and Z sandwich?

  8. Your friends are wittier writers than my friends D:

    Hope you boom goes the dynamite all over your writer’s block.

  9. And here I was going to ask Z to spill all the embarrassing secrets but Becca would probably perma ban him forever. I repeat the remarks of someone above me… “YOU HAVE A LIFE OUTSIDE OF BLOGGING?” Good on you! Also, its funny how you show off a “dude” and people already think you’re boinking.

  10. Hello Z, pleased to meet you. And thanks Becky for allowing Z to post here! No No leprechaun, it’s B-E-C-C-A Becca. Sorry Becca. I’ll type myself next time; you can’t get the staff! 😉
    Hope you’re having a good Tuesday! I’m off to investigate Smackover now…

  11. The Chive shirt? Oh beckae

  12. The writer’s block bug bit me too…
    …btw, where’s Arkansas? Is that a Canadian Province?

  13. Z’s a lucky guy to know Becca in real life. That isn’t a privilege most of us have. 🙂

  14. Becca, he sounds like a great guy 🙂
    The things I would to be able to say that I’m from Smackover, Arkansas! Haha

  15. guest blog? oh, so really you just can’t think of anything to write about? huh. next thing you know, you’ll be reblogging old posts just because you think nobody ever read them before. nice. real nice. and to think i was out shopping for a tiara for you last night.

  16. How’s your pool game coming? I’ve been out of practice for a while.

  17. What a cutie. You should definitely visit him more often. I think he’s secretly in love with you.

  18. And here we thought you had no life outside of the computer screen. Clearly you have enough love to go around. Nice to let us have a peak into your friendship with Z. Good people are hard to come by.

  19. Z – Becca is a cutie, isn’t she? I can hear a kindness and warmth in your words here. She is lucky to have such a nice guy friend like you. That’s a lot of beer! It’s a pleasure to meet you. Sorry we’ve taken her away from you. Blogging has that effect on people it would seem. You’ll just have to guest post more often! – Amy

  20. Z,
    It’s bad form to outshine a blogger on her own blog

    Should I feel privelidged to have known you are naturally blonde before the majority of your dedicated Flysters™?

  21. Hello Z,
    Wow, Becca is actually blonde! It is such a relief that I can be a little less awkward, randomly making an appearance on her blog. Becca, you let me obsess over your Redheaded self all this time – yikes! That is some brutal Red Head Evil you have going on!

  22. I’m about to Google Smackover, just to get the bigger picture….poor guy!! But he should definitely guest blog again. And I will not utter the name he typed – I don’t know you well enough and I don’t need a black eye!!

  23. Does he prefer Zee or Zed?

  24. “Rebecca” really is one of the most versatile names, in terms of the images/personalities that jump to mind. All the way from “Oh, I grow so weary of the fox hunting and dinner parties here at Snodbury Estates” to “Omigod, do these shoes make my fingernails look fat?”

  25. 27 minutes well spent. Hi Z! Nice to meet you.

  26. Nice to meet you, Z.
    You can set up your own blog and be witty, political, and tell all those stories Becky(?!?) doesn’t want us to hear!

    • I am punching the next person who dares to type that name here.

      Guap, we even had a quote book at one point in college to document our drunken exclamations. Maybe one day I will auction it off when I make it big.

  27. Good job, Z. You’ve got the talent to start your own blog!

    • Cathy, we didn’t mention it, but Z is also a master chef in the making. I told him he needs to start a foodie blog, but he won’t listen.

      • I’d follow him for sure, being a foodie myself. This weekend we had dinner at one of my favorite restaurants in Northern Colorado where we live. The chef there is, in my opinion the best in the area. I had a bison ribeye with soft chive polenta, sauteed chard and a foie gras sauce. Just amazing!

        • Wow! I didn’t even know those words represented food! I am hungry. I wish he were here to make me breakfast.

        • The thought has crossed my mind several times. But I’m afraid that if I did it may blow my cover that the pictures of my delicacies I send her are just frauds stolen from pinterest….. I’m not willing to risk her learning that my greatness is just a cover for nightly take out….

  28. Z, wanna hop over to my blog and write me a post? I’ve got the writer’s block too. Grrr.

  29. Z’s a cutie from Smackover – go with it….

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