Monday, February 20, 2006

...on text

...and samarai

bas: ouch did that hurt much?

mo: how's that desk job doing chinga?

bas: i'm @ a photo shoot and slightly hung over.

mo: nah, it was like a samarai sword cut.

bas: gotcha

mo: by the way, it was a hatori hanso sword

bas: i knew it! did you take out darryl hannah's other eye? you know, the third one. for enlightment?

mo: of course

who say text messaging isn't productive.

—the bastard

5 comments:

bastard central said...

super nut,

what did you doze? helllllloooooo. samarai sword.

bastard central said...

look naut,

the mofo makes no sandwiches for no hoes. he's better than that.

come one, if duct tape can be used for anything, aren't there any practical applications for electrical tape?

what the hell are you talking about

Anonymous said...

Another thing about texting, "add appropriate commentary" takes to long to text, I have to stop letting my education get in the way.

And to answer you're original query, SCR Romex, carpenter's knife, a slip, and a and the edge of Square D extended service meter can, which have edges that are akin to samurai swords

bastard central said...

look naut,

it's like this. i did alot of drinking in vegas. a looooooooooot of drinkin'. and some of the bastard's brain cells might have broken off and formed their own colonies. and now there is a solar system of bastard cells floating in a pool of gin somewhere plotting to stab you in the face. point is, i need a drink. other point is, i have to get the vegas stuff out and i can't comment on everything all the time. other than that, i need a drink

—b

Anonymous said...

His name is Nemo.

I work better without them, like a quarterback who uses hand warmer's instead of gloves.