Faux Real: so on the first of three flights back from SC this year
Faux Real: i was sitting next to a young married woman
Faux Real: and i figured what the fuck
Faux Real: time to flirt
Faux Real: so i got out the sky mall
ralph: oh shit
Faux Real: and thumbed through it
Faux Real: she was face deep in US Weekly or something
ralph: heh
Faux Real: after about 5 minutes
Faux Real: we had "leveled out" as it were
Faux Real: i turned to her
Faux Real: and asked if she had ever played the sky mall game
ralph: my bruvva
Faux Real: she looked at me like i was crazy
Faux Real: and asked what the sky mall game was
stresstwig: what up jabber chaaaat
ralph: hey twig
ralph: I'm bursting with pride over here
stresstwig: about what
Faux Real: i told her "You look through the sky mall, and if you ever see anything you would ever buy in it, you have to yell BINGO as loud as you can"
ralph: that.
stresstwig: and then she pulled out something she bought, right
Faux Real: it was awesome
Faux Real: "poetry about your mother so awesome it has to be sat on to contain it"
Faux Real: "A map so big it says more about the fact that you cannot fill your walls OR you really want to be a bond villain"
Faux Real: "Asshole always doing crosswords in your meetings? Give him this giant fucker for a subtle hint..."
Niteowl: obviously, Faux Real, i'm not going to RD that, since it's teh equivalent of Palpatine telling Anakin to kill Dooku
Niteowl: (i'm dooku, in that tableau)
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