Thursday, October 26, 2006

Story

So Salaud Charogne is coming over to my place, right? I ask him to get me a sliced loaf of rye at Cheskie, the jewish bakery on Bernard. I am happy as I see him walking with the bread. Upon his arrival he starts bitching about the really shitty service and what a see you next tuesday the woman behing the counter was.

Considering their usually excellent service, I was left perplexed. Until I noticed his shirt.



9 comments:

Dementor said...

God this dude is ugly.

No wonder wearing a box on his head changed his life. Sometimes I think people are nice with him just because he's so damn ugly. Ugly ugly ugly ugly ugly.

alex trebek said...

hahahaha.... man... see? this is stuff we need to do more often!! i really like this idea of painting our faces black and getting our asses kicked in front of the jamaican club at 3 in the morning! let's do it!!!! come on, it'll be fun!

Barbarosa said...

Totally! Sure pain will be felt during the beating of our lives, but laughter is a good anesthetic. So, why not?

alex trebek said...

now you're talkin!!!!

Dementor said...

If we do this, it will be the death of our political correctness. You are aware of it now, are you.

Dementor said...

so saturday ? for halloween ?
what will be the drug though ? Its got to be strong.

alex trebek said...

how fucking tempting is it to do this man!!! fuck.... but is it wrong seriously??? i mean, how wrong? i've had a party once where a friend showed up as a girl who had just been beaten and raped and our friend trop-gai here dressed as a girl who had just had an alley abortion... coat-hanger and blood included... so old school black guys played by white guys... how does that fare?

Dementor said...

It fared pretty good after all.

Barbarosa said...

Yeah, it'll be timeless until we forgot about the holocaust. Considering humans and society, I give it 3 decades.