1996 was a good year.
Vintage yearbook pic from F & J's Definitive Years. At the time, our convos went kinda like this:
F: What up, bitch.
J: What up, bitch.
F: What's new with you? Cool lipstick.
J: Yeah. Um, nothing. Just chillin' like a bitch, pimpin' like a ho. You?
F: Cool, cool. Same.
J: You should really wax your eyebrows.
F: Yeah, but I won't learn people actually do that until years later. Let's go to the cafeteria.
J: Great idea, I'm dying for a Ho Ho. I fuckin' love cupcakes, man.
F: Yeah, I could use a weener dog. Get it, weener? Weener!
F & J: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.