Damn you passing 4/5 train!
(You have to imagine this conversation taking place between two very classy, heavily-accented Long Island girls)
"Okay so you know how he had a black eye, right? And he tsold me he got it at work. Well yestaday, my brothah says to me have you seen the paypah? And I say no, why? And so he showed me and there was this story about how Rick had .............. with .... because..................................... And that's the real reason he had a black eye."
"Don't even tawk to that guy. Why do you tawk to him? Just don't tawk to him anymoar."
8 comments:
I so read this blog aloud.
Imma take that as a fat compliment.
That picture is awesome.
S'not mine. We are not the same, blog-wise:: I steal pics, invent content.
Invent content? So that's how you keep a blog interesting! Hmm, perhaps today I lost my wallet but had it returned to the house with two plane tickets inside. Wait, I carry a money clip.
Exactly, throw in a little colour. No one's the wiser.
Nah, it's not even that. It's just the medium of the weblog itself. It's a Baudrillardian wonderland of the hyper real.
I mean, what?
Damn. I mean, I knew you didn't take _all_ the pictures. I don't even take all my pictures. Oh well, good, uh, composition.
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