New conversation from the Anaheim Comic Con, this time involving me walking up to the SG booth. Most of the conversation happens in my brain, more of a collection of what I'm thinking about at that moment.
My Brain: "Just walk up."
"No they look busy right now."
"It's a booth of hot women at a comic convention, I'm pretty sure it's always gonna be busy."
"Yeah, but it could be less busy."
"You actually wanna buy something, so just fucking do it."
[I walk up to the SG booth]
Suicide Girl: Hi!
Me: (speaking unbelievably fast) Hi, I'd like a copy of the Guide to living dvd.
Brain: Why the fuck am I speaking so quickly? Slow down
SG: Sure (She grabs a copy of the dvd)
Brain: ohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigod...
SG: Would you like us to sign it for you?
Me: That would be awesome.
Brain: "Fuck, think of something to say so your not just standing here like a fucking moron."
Me: "..."
Brain: Goddammit.
SG: You actually get a copy of the Italian Villa dvd too
Me: Cool...
Brain: "You already have two copies"
"I know"
"So say something, they can save the copy and give it to someone else."
Me: "..."
SG: Here, let me get some of the other girls to sign it.
Me: "okay..."
Brain: "Fuck"
[dvd is passed around as a few more SG's sign it.]
Brain: "Okay, when she comes back ask if you could get a picture, I mean we spent 20 minutes walking back to where we parked to get the camera, plus you really want a fracking picture."
[SG returns]
SG: Here you go!
Me: Thank you!
[I quickly, and I do mean quickly walk away.]
Brain: "You're worthless, you are a failure among even comic nerds"
"Shut up"
This pretty much leads right into my horrendous conversation with the mustache man pimping out Jesus and a Delorean.
BOOM!!
I'd like to point out, it's not like I actually have a conversation in my brain among two different entities, thoughts just process in an unbelievably fast manner and the results create something resembling a conversation.
My Brain: "Just walk up."
"No they look busy right now."
"It's a booth of hot women at a comic convention, I'm pretty sure it's always gonna be busy."
"Yeah, but it could be less busy."
"You actually wanna buy something, so just fucking do it."
[I walk up to the SG booth]
Suicide Girl: Hi!
Me: (speaking unbelievably fast) Hi, I'd like a copy of the Guide to living dvd.
Brain: Why the fuck am I speaking so quickly? Slow down
SG: Sure (She grabs a copy of the dvd)
Brain: ohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigod...
SG: Would you like us to sign it for you?
Me: That would be awesome.
Brain: "Fuck, think of something to say so your not just standing here like a fucking moron."
Me: "..."
Brain: Goddammit.
SG: You actually get a copy of the Italian Villa dvd too
Me: Cool...
Brain: "You already have two copies"
"I know"
"So say something, they can save the copy and give it to someone else."
Me: "..."
SG: Here, let me get some of the other girls to sign it.
Me: "okay..."
Brain: "Fuck"
[dvd is passed around as a few more SG's sign it.]
Brain: "Okay, when she comes back ask if you could get a picture, I mean we spent 20 minutes walking back to where we parked to get the camera, plus you really want a fracking picture."
[SG returns]
SG: Here you go!
Me: Thank you!
[I quickly, and I do mean quickly walk away.]
Brain: "You're worthless, you are a failure among even comic nerds"
"Shut up"
This pretty much leads right into my horrendous conversation with the mustache man pimping out Jesus and a Delorean.
BOOM!!
I'd like to point out, it's not like I actually have a conversation in my brain among two different entities, thoughts just process in an unbelievably fast manner and the results create something resembling a conversation.
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You just have to relax, whats the worst that could happen