[b]Tons of grammar errors, but I don't care. This was basically a transcript! Enjoy! <3 [/b] DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THIS JOKE. THIS JOKE BELONGS TO DMBRANDON! THE GIRLFRIEND JOKE So, I recently moved in, and this girl, who's moving three doors down from me, has a moving truck pull in. And I notice she's alone. Let's keep in mind, that this is me. So, on a good morning, I'm like a 6/10. But this chick, she's a solid 9. Absolutely gorgeous, almost super model status and beautiful enough to be on TV. So I walk up to her and say,"Hey, do you need some help moving these inside the house at all?" And she looks at me, with the nastiest look on her face and goes,"Yeah, no. But thanks." Like, hit me up with the real white girl stuff y'know? So, I'm like, Alright. The next day comes around and her little stupid puppy jumps over her fence and into my front yard. So, I pick up the dog and knock on her door. And she goes,"Oh my goodness, thank you. I don't know what I would've done without him. He's like the only person I know around here." And I'm just standing there goin'; it's not a person. She's like, one of those white girls y'know? Ugg Boots and Pumpkin Spice Lattes. And then, she says,"I'm sorry about yesterday. I was so angry and I just took it out on you. Let me take you out to dinner." I'm goin' like holy... Alright, lemme one up ya here. "If you let me pay, we can watch a movie together." She agrees, and we go out to eat and watch a cool movie. We don't have much in common, I'm into video games and anime, and she's into makeup and, white girl stuff. But we compliment each other nicely. So, next day comes around. And I notice another moving truck pull in, three doors down in the other direction. And this chick, she's a 7/10. She's cute, glasses and long black hair. I go up to her and say,"Do you need any help moving these boxes in?" She looks and me and says,"Oh my gosh yes, I was so worried that no one would come by and help me. Three cars drove by, can you believe that? Anyways, take this box in, it goes in the living room which is the first door to your right. I'll see you inside." I grab the boxes, and I'm goin' like: That. That was a lot. But as I'm moving, I look at the side of the box and notice it's labeled "Video Games," I take a peek inside, it's not taped very well. And I see some serious fricken video games, I'm talkin' Secret of Gaia Mint Edition, and Final Fantasy VII First Press. I call out to the girl,"Hey, is this a box of your boyfriend's stuff?" She replies, saying,"No, no. I don't have a boyfriend, that's all my stuff." And I drop the box off, thinkin', Holy crap, what am I going to do. So, we decide to hang out for a little, play some video games, and get a bite to eat. It was a great day. And we were both interested in the same thing, video games and anime. So, a few days go by, and it's been the best of my life, I've got the 9/10 arm candy, absolutely gorgeous, and the 7/10 girl on the side, to just hang out with. Well, one day, my girlfriend comes up to me, and says,"I don't like you hanging out with that other girl." I looked at her,"Why?" "Because," she turns red,"I'm getting kind of jealous and it sucks." I then tell her, "Well, she's a lot like me, and if you like me, you should like her. Just go hang out with her for a bit okay?" "Well, okay." then the both of us go out and do stuff you would do in the first two months of a relationship. Whatever that is. Couple days go by, and 9/10 girl comes into my house saying,"Yeah, you're not going anywhere near her anymore." "Oh come on, why?" "She said she was going to '-blam!-ing murder me' that is a direct quote from her." "Alright, I'll go by her house and ask her what's up." So, I go out to 7/10 girl's house and knock on her door; no answer. I call her and text her, no answer. I go by 9/10 girl's house and do the same thing, no -blam!-in' answer. The next day, same thing. No answer. Whether or not the two ran away together or this is just some horrible coincidence I will never know. Days turn into weeks, and weeks into months... After a few more weeks, I turn on the TV, and notice this article or headline with a picture of 7/10 girl. And. Uh, she's covered in blood. She was screaming, yelling,"She's dead, you're next!" Directly at the camera. And I'm just sitting there, thinking to myself. I just lost my nigh-on perfect girlfriend. Well, a few more days go by and the autopsy report starts to come back. And, parts of my girlfriend were missing. It seems that the 7/10 girl had bitten into her flesh, chewed and digested my girlfriend... I can't get the image out of my head nor the words. 'She's dead, you're next' 'She's dead, you're next' 'She's dead, you're next'. I can't get it out my head the image! I'm writing it on the walls in blood, She's dead, you're next'. ' She's dead, you're next' AND IT JUST BEGS THE QUESTION! Heh. Why is 6 afraid of 7...