...and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards bethlehem to steal your lunch money? that's me jerks!
Sunday, January 18, 2009
...on chatter
traffic,
at least what passes for traffic in orlando holds the bastard up this morning.
then there is the inevitable chatter of folks in this biz having their early morning convention small talk.
"hi, how's your show going?"
"great how's your show going?"
"super. well I have to get to the show. enjoy your show."
"you enjoy your show too. have a great show."
"thanks, you enjoy your show too today."
"thanks, enjoy your show."
and it goes on and on and on and on.
then they have to pop the trunk and get their gun crap out of the car.
it never ends.
—the bastard
Labels:
air travel,
gunpowder,
shot show,
the biz
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3 comments:
Wear are the fucking mullets?!
Huh, i mean where.
working on it
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