Friday, October 8, 2010


The horrible conversations that happen between me and my friends:

"How would you feel if he died?"
"I'm not even sure I would notice for a while, actually."

"Don't die of cancer- that's fucking lame.  If you have terminal cancer, have some self-respect and pull a Hemingway, man.  I refuse to ever die of cancer.  I would rather the actual cause of death be 'stuck head in oven' or 'provoked and was subsequently eaten by a bear.'"

Also, stupidity happens:

"What's the capital of California?"
"No, that's a person."
"No, you're thinking of the Sasquatch."

"Cool jacket.  Did you make that?"
"No.  She stole it from a hobo and hung it there as a war trophy."

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