Enya pities the foo!
So I'm going out for a frosty, my choice way of breaking the thesis monotony. I'm listening to Enya. This guy pulls up next to me in the other lane at a red light: his car is massive, his shades are on, his windows are rolled down, his rap is blaring.
All I can hear is something about ho's, something else degrading about women, something angry, all along with a steady thump...thump... thu-thump-thump-thump....thump. So, I do all that is in my power.
Soon his loud music is met by a foe of equal volume. If every man, says all he can, if every man is truuuuuuuueeee! Do I believe, the sky above, is Carribbean bluuuueeeeee....AAAAAAAAAAAAAA OOOOOOOOOOO
He looks at me in disgust. I calmly return the stare with a slight left-eyebrow raise as if to say "That's right. What now dawg? Enya ownz you."
Green light.
All I can hear is something about ho's, something else degrading about women, something angry, all along with a steady thump...thump... thu-thump-thump-thump....thump. So, I do all that is in my power.
Soon his loud music is met by a foe of equal volume. If every man, says all he can, if every man is truuuuuuuueeee! Do I believe, the sky above, is Carribbean bluuuueeeeee....AAAAAAAAAAAAAA OOOOOOOOOOO
He looks at me in disgust. I calmly return the stare with a slight left-eyebrow raise as if to say "That's right. What now dawg? Enya ownz you."
Green light.
posted by Roland at 3:40 PM
1 Comments:
Ray, that post was snork-tastic. That's why I love your blog. And think you're funny in RL too.
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