simple request
V.: Tell me something funny.
M.: Hell no.
V.: Why not?
M.: Yo, I am opposed to all kinds of funny.
V.: I saw you laughing just the other day.
M.: At what?
V.: I think it was a magazine.
M.: I don’t think so.
V.: In fact, I’m quite sure of it. At one point a subscription card fell out, and you went on your way, unaware. Well, let me tell you, mister. I picked up that card.
M.:
V.: I’m just saying. For reals, though, what’s so funny about Ladies Home Journal? Other than you reading it, you see.
M.: Shut the hell up.
V.: See, I’m not all that opposed to funny. I think this is funny.
M.: You wouldn’t know funny if it kicked you in the ass.
V.: That’s where you’re wrong, because I have a sense of — ow, fuck, what the fuck! You kicked me!
M.: In the ass.
V.: What the fuck!
M.: So there’s this kid, right. I mean, no, wait, there’s this guy. There’s this guy, and he’s walking down the street, and he sees this boy standing on the corner. And the boy has a slab of meat on his head, and the man says, “Hey kid, why do you have a steak on your head?” and the kid says, “Man, I ain’t no kid. I’m a fork.”
V.:
M.: Laugh at that, assface.
V.: You sure do know how to ruin a moment.
M.: I am opposed to all kinds of moments.
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January 11th, 2008 at 6:13 am
I love it. Brilliant.