Friday, September 27, 2002
BOOGIE-OOGIE-OOGIE
Last night I went to a dance club called "Culture Club." Culture Club is an ordinary dance club, except it's got an '80s theme, it's all '80s nostalgia. Apparently in the '80s, everyone was paying four dollars for bottled water and eight dollars for a Corona.
It was just like reliving my childhood; I lookedu p from listening to genuinely shitty music to realize that my President is a brain-dead idiot who wanted to plunge us into a nuclear war. Wow, and they say you can never go back home again!
ADDENDUM TO A JOKE
In that joke from earlier about lying to parents' - you never lied to dad.
It was always like:
"DID YOU DO YOUR HOMEWORK?"
"Uh, I didn't have any ..."
"ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME YOU DIDN'T HAVE ANY HOMEWORK?"
"Uh, I'll go do my homework now."
You didn't fuck with dad, because you know that deep in his heart of hearts, dad's sorry he had kids. Oh, he may love you, but somewhere deep inside the married man with kids is a single guy dying to get out. If dad had his way, he'd leave you on a mountain top to fend for yourself and go live in a that crazy Swingles complex from Three's Company.
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Last night I went to a dance club called "Culture Club." Culture Club is an ordinary dance club, except it's got an '80s theme, it's all '80s nostalgia. Apparently in the '80s, everyone was paying four dollars for bottled water and eight dollars for a Corona.
It was just like reliving my childhood; I lookedu p from listening to genuinely shitty music to realize that my President is a brain-dead idiot who wanted to plunge us into a nuclear war. Wow, and they say you can never go back home again!
ADDENDUM TO A JOKE
In that joke from earlier about lying to parents' - you never lied to dad.
It was always like:
"DID YOU DO YOUR HOMEWORK?"
"Uh, I didn't have any ..."
"ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME YOU DIDN'T HAVE ANY HOMEWORK?"
"Uh, I'll go do my homework now."
You didn't fuck with dad, because you know that deep in his heart of hearts, dad's sorry he had kids. Oh, he may love you, but somewhere deep inside the married man with kids is a single guy dying to get out. If dad had his way, he'd leave you on a mountain top to fend for yourself and go live in a that crazy Swingles complex from Three's Company.
