...on pop quizzes

...special tintin related jackassery edition


dear mr. vernon:

we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. but, we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. you see us as you want to see us: in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. but, what we found out is that each one of us is


a crazy old guy . . .


and an injun . . .


and a pirate...


and a belgian villian . . .


and a sheik.

does that answer your question? sincerely yours, the breakfast club.

actually, we were in this restaurant the bastard like to go to and the accountant and i were drinking a potent ale called la chouffe. the mofo was drinking duvel which is french for devil (a testament to the potency of the beverage. my ladyfriend was drinking seltzer because if she was drinking beer, she would be acting very irresponsibly for a pregnant lady.

anyway, the place is decked out in belgian comics, mostly from the adventures of tintin. but inevitably, the bastard had to hit the head and was possessed to take photos of some of these heads.

what else would one do while taking a crap?

upon getting back, the mofo adjourned himself to do the same. i told hime that their would be a quiz when he got back. upon doing so i showed him these heads and asked which on was his favorite.

ok you had to be there. go to hell. but i thought of the above mentioned bit of movie trivia while trying to sleep it off on saturday morning.

oww

—the bastard