Monday, March 21, 2005

Where's that crazy guy going?

Hey crazy guy wearing the Hefty bag: Last time you got on the bus, you bartered yourself a lower fare by offering the driver half a grapefruit and a dead kitten.

Awesome.

Time before that, you mixed up your rant-schedule by going en Francaise using words obviously made up on the spot.

Merci.

But I've got one question: where the fuck are you going at 8:53 in the AM? Did you look at your broken watch and think "FUCK! I was supposed to take a shit in the midde of Pioneer Square ten minutes ago," or, "I've got a conference call with Jesus at 11!"

And why do you smell like flinstone's vitamins?

Let me know via email. Thanks.

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