i'd like to thank all the people who made my journey home so interesting tonight.
first, thanks to the fire truck that pulled out in front of me, prompting the cross to the other side of 50th, and instead of heading straight home that way, convincing me to go down to 45th and see if a bus might happen by. thank you, brave men and women of the seattle fire department.
next, i'd like to thank drunky. thank you, drunky, for taken your sweet time pulling out the bus fair. if not for you, my block and a half run to the bus at 45th and roosevelt would've ended in me cursing the back end of a bus driving away. and, let's not forget budweiser, or pabst, or whatever it was that had you soused.
now, i'd like to thank the cute dog i made eyes at for the trip into wallingford. thank you for your cute, furry little head. thanks for looking in my direction once or twice.
hey, how about a thanks to the guy who got on the bus with like three bags from dicks. man, you were tall. and a bit chunky. and you had yourself a big mess of cheeseburgers. and, when you got off on aurora, you looked back at me and smiled. were you gay and did you think i was gay, and found you attractive (which, you know, you man have been husky, but you had a nice grin)? or, were we sharing a dick's moment? and, really, is there a difference?
thanks to the crew of 7-11, who were buffing the floors when i stopped by to buy a six pack of fat tire amber ale. looking good, fellas!
thanks finally to the most disturbing portion of the night. thank you woman in the car at the corner of 63rd and phinney who seemed to be loudly crying as i walked by. thanks for creeping me out, and making me wonder what i should do.
first, thanks to the fire truck that pulled out in front of me, prompting the cross to the other side of 50th, and instead of heading straight home that way, convincing me to go down to 45th and see if a bus might happen by. thank you, brave men and women of the seattle fire department.
next, i'd like to thank drunky. thank you, drunky, for taken your sweet time pulling out the bus fair. if not for you, my block and a half run to the bus at 45th and roosevelt would've ended in me cursing the back end of a bus driving away. and, let's not forget budweiser, or pabst, or whatever it was that had you soused.
now, i'd like to thank the cute dog i made eyes at for the trip into wallingford. thank you for your cute, furry little head. thanks for looking in my direction once or twice.
hey, how about a thanks to the guy who got on the bus with like three bags from dicks. man, you were tall. and a bit chunky. and you had yourself a big mess of cheeseburgers. and, when you got off on aurora, you looked back at me and smiled. were you gay and did you think i was gay, and found you attractive (which, you know, you man have been husky, but you had a nice grin)? or, were we sharing a dick's moment? and, really, is there a difference?
thanks to the crew of 7-11, who were buffing the floors when i stopped by to buy a six pack of fat tire amber ale. looking good, fellas!
thanks finally to the most disturbing portion of the night. thank you woman in the car at the corner of 63rd and phinney who seemed to be loudly crying as i walked by. thanks for creeping me out, and making me wonder what i should do.
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the book is written by an autistic boy. some say it's a hoax, but i believe it's true. (i want to believe it's true.)
on another note..i have not seen "let america laugh" but my shoulder makes an appearance in it along with my really drunken friend ben who is performing the "can i have this cahir" skit by himself. they MADE him do it! and supposedly they made him look like a total asshole with the way that they cut it. i hear that they really rip n the fans in this one. if that is true i dont think that is too cool, but i havent seen it yet so i cant say for sure.