i haven't done it for a while, so i would like to reaffirm my love of the public transit system that is the MAX.
i will re-enact this testimonial in the following performance art piece, which was an overheard conversation from a generic looking guy and girl that entered and egressed the max while i stood next to them, admiring how painfully obvious it was that they were on their first date.
guy: so you enjoyed the meal?
girl: yeah, i didn't get coyote bored.
guy: that's good. you'd look weird with one arm.
girl: yeah.
*pause*
guy: those are nice red gloves, where did you get them?
(note - she was wearing red head to toe, not just gloves)
girl: a relative gave them to me.
*pause*
guy: so how many people will be there tonight?
girl: oh, around a dozen, including that guy i met on yahoo.
guy: how did that go?
girl: it was okay, he was kinda weird, though. kinda boring.
guy: how so?
girl: well, the first time we hung out he said he couldn't be involved with me because i couldn't handle him sexually.
guy: the first time you met?
girl: yeah, and we hadn't even gotten to the kissing stage yet. i mean, what are you doing that's so amazing that normal people can't handle you?
guy laughs.
girl: i mean, he was a doctor and all.
guy: really?
girl: yeah, and i told him about my pirate fetish.
guy: what?
girl: pirates get me really *longing pause* excited.
guy stands there consternated.
girl: i own pirates of the carribbean.. finally! i watch it way too much. i even have drinking games for it that involve rum, whether or not other people are there.
guy: i think this is our stop.
girl: okay.
i will re-enact this testimonial in the following performance art piece, which was an overheard conversation from a generic looking guy and girl that entered and egressed the max while i stood next to them, admiring how painfully obvious it was that they were on their first date.
guy: so you enjoyed the meal?
girl: yeah, i didn't get coyote bored.
guy: that's good. you'd look weird with one arm.
girl: yeah.
*pause*
guy: those are nice red gloves, where did you get them?
(note - she was wearing red head to toe, not just gloves)
girl: a relative gave them to me.
*pause*
guy: so how many people will be there tonight?
girl: oh, around a dozen, including that guy i met on yahoo.
guy: how did that go?
girl: it was okay, he was kinda weird, though. kinda boring.
guy: how so?
girl: well, the first time we hung out he said he couldn't be involved with me because i couldn't handle him sexually.
guy: the first time you met?
girl: yeah, and we hadn't even gotten to the kissing stage yet. i mean, what are you doing that's so amazing that normal people can't handle you?
guy laughs.
girl: i mean, he was a doctor and all.
guy: really?
girl: yeah, and i told him about my pirate fetish.
guy: what?
girl: pirates get me really *longing pause* excited.
guy stands there consternated.
girl: i own pirates of the carribbean.. finally! i watch it way too much. i even have drinking games for it that involve rum, whether or not other people are there.
guy: i think this is our stop.
girl: okay.
mobprod:
Good shit. I listened to a complete dumbass talk about what a mack he was to his friend the other day. One of those desperate attempts where it's brutally obvious that this guy is NOT in fact a mack, and never has been and pitiably never will be. I love it.
miloryan:
Who's the Mack! Anything is the Mack! I think someone was wearing an eye patch and had a wooden (third) leg that night. To bad it was probably a wooden strap on and not that guy. 