Sunday, March 8, 2009
for-ev-er
once upon a time,
there was a keyboard player and a guitar player, at a really fun party.
the keyboard player walked up to the guitar player and said:
"hey guitar player, how's the strum?"
guitar player replied:
"more babes than you'll ever get, keyboard player."
keyboard player answers back:
"hey guitar player, hows the C scale workin out for ya?"
guitar player pauses, and looks to the west.
the silence spreads like mayonnaise across the bread.
then he responds, calmly and quietly:
just remember, keyboard player, ...nobody ever plays 'air keyboard'.
my kitty-cat notepad is full of stupid things like that.
i find them in the morning, and post them on the internets.
in an attempt to legitimize my lethargy,
and glorify my goofery.
you rude, crude, bag of pre-chewed food, dude!
my word is my bond.
movies like hook and the sandlot will influence me for-ev-er.
i first saw hook in theatre, downtown vancouver somewhere.
some dick broke into my dad's van that night, and stole our garage door opener.
i guess he never found our house, cause the lawn mower never went missing.
it was like 1991, maybe he thought it was a pager?
did they have pagers in 1991?
remember pagers?
"page me"
yeah ya did.
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