So I cracked myself up the other day.
I was sitting on a park bench with a friend of mine smoking a cigarette and talking.
Then a Chinese tour group came by, being lead by the tour leader who had a flag that he was waving.
We were in a big open section of Yoyogi park but for some reason the tour group was walking in single file really close to us. Really close to us, almost bumping into our knees. We joked that they were trying to vibe us on some national rivalry.
So I told my friend I was going to run up to their assembled tour group and yell "STEVE JOBS MOTHERFUCKER" and then run away.
And then I laughed really hard.
Because in my mind Steve Jobs is the president of google and, China, and you know. But Steve Jobs isn't the president of google and my friend didn't understand what I was laughing about.
Later I died and they dug up my mind and put it on a pedestal in a museum. At night after all the museum visitors had left my mind got down from the pedestal and started humping one of the automatic robots that waxes the museum floors.
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As I read this story allowed, my dog bit me, the cat passed away, a chevy out side slowed down to piss on a ford but I laughed anyway.
ReplyDeleteYou're making jokes that the punch line only makes sense in a alternative likeliness of the universe, that exists in your thinker. You should write for MTV!!!