Pog on the blog
I found a pog in my closet yesterday. How does something of mine that I haven't seen or thought about in ten years, and have no emotional attachement to, survive more than a decade of storage and two moves? And it wasn't like I found my pogs, no, just the one. This pog, Jurassic Pog, has, unlike his namesake, survived pog extinction, kind of like the loch ness monster, which does really exist, btw, and now I don't know what to do with it. Or with all those commas. My first instinct was to frame it, but then I realized that I might be able to exploit this for my own romantic benefit.
You see, whenever something freakish from another era is discovered, the public goes nuts and tries to kill it. So the nerdy guy and the hot girl first hide it, then they convince the public of it's harmlessness. The public changes their mind, accepts the freakish creature, and the guy gets the girl. You may say this is what happens in the movies, not in reality, but I can't tell the difference.
Last night there was this girl at the bar in red heels who we kept referring to as dorothy. Turned out to be a mistake when I ended up talking to her later and went "So dorothy, what do you do" and she "No, its Kathryn. I'm student here at U of T." "Sorry. So Caitlyn, what are you studying?"
I'm so smooth I can use a dry slip n'slide.
You see, whenever something freakish from another era is discovered, the public goes nuts and tries to kill it. So the nerdy guy and the hot girl first hide it, then they convince the public of it's harmlessness. The public changes their mind, accepts the freakish creature, and the guy gets the girl. You may say this is what happens in the movies, not in reality, but I can't tell the difference.
Last night there was this girl at the bar in red heels who we kept referring to as dorothy. Turned out to be a mistake when I ended up talking to her later and went "So dorothy, what do you do" and she "No, its Kathryn. I'm student here at U of T." "Sorry. So Caitlyn, what are you studying?"
I'm so smooth I can use a dry slip n'slide.
posted by A Horse(wo)man at 1:15 PM
2 Comments:
jono, your vision astounds me.
get it?
of course you do.
Cas
You know what would have been really smooth?
If you had somehow gotten her to click her heels three times while saying, "There's no place like home," and then when she was finished you gave her a hug...
That way she would be at home, in your strong manly arms. She probably would've swooned and you would be the talk of this small internet community.
Oh well,
Matt
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