Tuesday, September 23, 2008
An Imagined Conversation.
"Awright, we're in!"
"WOO-HOO!"
(high five)
"Look at this place. What a fucking dump!"
"Yeah, where the bitches at? I need a beer."
"Me too. This place is fucking DEAD!"
"Well, let's turn this shit out, then, bro."
(high five)
"..."
"Shit. Why is everyone so quiet?"
"They're all watching that black chick playing guitar on stage. She's kinda hot."
"SHOW YOUR TITS!"
"Don't you shush us, lady. Me and Mike paid to get in here!"
"That hot chick is playing like Mexican elevator music or whatever."
"I'd fuck her, though. Right?"
"Totally."
(high five)
"This ain't exactly a 'bad ass' show like the poster outside said. No Hoobastank or Trapt or nuthin'."
"Yeah, kind of lame. Stay here. I'll go grab some Natural Lights."
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