Work went by like a rocket chased by gravity, yelling “please, please, take us with you, we’re stuck down here!” A lot cause of the help of Omegle. Please promise you try it. It’s hilarious (see the pattern, well the beginning of the pattern), best described by its own words: “Talk to strangers!” And so you do. Well. I sent it to selected people (guys) at the office and before soon the competition to be rejected quickest was on. Aramique won the weirdest conversation, involving the line “Mios dios” though he was constantly concerned it was me he was chatting to, Paul got rejected cause of too many consecutive vocals and I managed to arose a teen-boy in the UK – and apologize for wanting to “fist me”. I briskly told him off with, “you’ve watched to many porn flicks boy” and he instantly replied, “oh I’m sorry did I move to fast?”
Then, as proving there’s no off-switch on the genius button, I proposed to see The Hangover and Rogerio and his wife, Juliana, joined me. First time watching the cinema in New York actually, “really you’ve never been”, is he common response to that, and all I can think of is if I should be sorry for being busy with other things than going to the movies in New York. This is still very unclear.
Back to the movie, it’s what my homies* and me would refer to as, dope. Absolfuckinglutelyhilarious (now you see). Can’t wait to watch it again. Laughed so many times I missed half of the jokes. Which is their evil plan of course. Literally. What Ben Stiller call, “layered humor”. Laugh-and-miss-jokes-so-you-have-a-reason-to-watch-and-laugh-at-it-again. Nevertheless, hilarious Tuesday that is being finished off with some too hot tea (adding milk don’t worry, I’m careful about my tongue) and Seinfeld.
*There are no real homies I'm referring to.
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