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Wino - I have an Uwe Schmidt version of Jealous Guy I can get to you when I get home from if you like. It's good, but I imagine (heh) quite different from the one you posted.
No beef - it's just funny to watch the three of you talk to each other in here.
I want to see what you all are like in real life and just marinate in the dialogue.
You guys ever see the movie Diner? You remind me of the Diner Boys. It's one of my favorite movies. JonMC could be Daniel Stern's character - "Just put the R and B in with the R and B! Is that so hard?" And the Wino is like Mickey Roarke. And Hugh Janus is like Kevin Bacon or Steve Guttenberg.
Or you know, season to taste. But you guys see it?
I want to see what you all are like in real life and just marinate in the dialogue.
Considering the amount of alcohol we all consume, 'marinate' is the perfect word. And we are more or less the same in person, except like we have bodies and stuff.
(Diner one of my all time favorite movies, dude. Although I'm much handsomer than Daniel Stern)
Last night, I could've had a Reuben, but I had a Freedom Dip instead.
Also, Indiana Jones-hat DumbCo MucketyMuck was just next to me at the urinal. He said "How ya doing?" Unless you've gotten loaded with me, been to my house and/or seen me naked, you are not allowed to talk to me at the pisser. Especially, if you are screwing with my head.
Winos don't drink wine per se, they drink whatever the fuck is on offer and you know you have never not seen me do that, even those fucking ecto-cooler watermelon jams the aussie dude is always foisting and straight Captain Morgan spiced phlegm shots to the noggin.
Jesus, Jon - what kind of friend are you that you don't have the Wino over to watch Diner? And while you're at it, pop in Fandango, another great little coming-of-age indie gem from back in the day.
No fuckin' way, Kamiyopparai, then I'd never get a chance to crawl up my asshole and imagine there's a kamikaze reference hidden in your name.
Once my boss came in while I was at a urinal, started talking about something from a meeting we'd been in. I turned my head and said, "I'm sorry, it embarrasses me to talk to other men while I'm urinating. Maybe we can talk during the handwashing stage."
He said, "Oh, I wasn't planning to wash my hands, anyway."
Yeah who am I foolin' anyway. I actually like being the whole name and being called wino. There is a kamikaze reference in there brother, it's just that sometimes I don't know why I do what I do and you had to crack the sculpture out of the stone. Ask Mullah Nasrudin, what what?
I don't know if I want to see Diner, but if I do see it, I'll see it with Jon and Pipsamillieonit.
(Also, the Wino is the only thing keeping this from perfection.)
Just photoshop in a headshot of Denzel and it'll have the same effect.
Yeah, no worries Rainbaby, I'ma kept on repping the Divine_Wino brand. Plus I only call my special lady and random men baby. The ladies I call sweetheart, darlin and missus and officer.
Y'know, the pissoir-talking muckety-muck is the same one who gave me the "Uncertainty is very disarming," line in the elevator the other day. And i happen to know from inside dope that the dude identifies himself online as a 'bisexual swinger.' Maybe he does wanna ride my pony.
Also, I just passed the head muckety-mucks office and there was a fucking copy of Wired on his desk. Please tell these fuckers that the 90's are over, someone.
(Also, I just entered data on a CD called Voices Of Dada, featuring recordings by Marcel Duchamp, Kurt Schwitters and the rest of those guys. I enetered all the info accurately, but I can't help feeling it would be more appropriate to simply enter random shit or let a dying trout flop on the keyboard or something)
(Also, geez, you can in passing say someone is cute without being all on a mission to de-pants. Duh. Besides, I'm really holding out for Hugh. One of these days I'm gonna make him come have a beer in Brooklyn, get him nice & drink, and then . . .)
FUCK YEAH, I'M IN A GOOD MOOD, LET'S SMASH THE STATE OR THROW A WAR AND HAVE NO ONE SHOW UP OR HAVE A BAKESALE FOR THE AIRFORCE, I HEARD THEY NEED BOMBERS.
I'll try Dame, I keep trying to teach my dog to drive my dangerous driftervan but he can't get it through his head that we don't live in Birmingham anymore. If he gets his mind right by friday we'll see what we can do.
Hey,
Dr. Wolfgang Von Bushwickin the Barbarian Mother Funky Stay High Dollar Billster is wearing dope ass footy voodoo pajamas, for sure.
Dude, that thread is beginning to drive me crazy. OMG three people were mudered in NW Bushwick and a bunch more many many blocks away! Never take a marked cab to Williamsburg; they'll eat you alive!
i wish the rain would stop. I wanted to walk to the East Village and catch my train home at 8th Street, with my iPod in my ears and snapping shots the whole way. I've exhausted all the interesting things to shoot at on boring ass Hudson Street.
For reals tho, if any mecha scholars make it to the bottom of this id dump, listen to that song. It is making my eyeballs spin with it's amazingnessitude.
I will when I'm near speakers later. BTW, I put a Paddy Fermor story up on my Boris Vallejo thread... it's more brilliance from The Fuckin' Man. Ye've gotta checkitout.
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