Now I know why Richard Burton was in EQUUS
Last night, I was out back chucking the tennis ball to my insatiable tennis ball addicted dog and my young neighbor saw me and walked over to shoot the shit.
He's a student at the local art college and we met right after I moved here two years ago. I've always enjoyed our strange chats, they tend to go into loopy realms, meaning, he has a lot funny ideas about regular things - I don't think he reads much. He sort of reminds me of the Ashton Kutcher character on "That 70's Show" in look and manner. He's a happy-go-lucky, bong-worshipping, product design major who occasionally comes across as being rather, how shall I say...dim?
Anyway, we were chatting about how both of our houses are on the market - we both rent - and how the sale of each would affect us. He then pointed to the house that sits next to mine and said, "Speaking of selling things, they have a HORSE for sale!"
"A what?"
"A Horse! They got a sign on the back fence over in the alley that says "Horse For Sale."
"Really?"
I gave him a sideways glance - In the two years I have lived here I have never seen a HORSE next door - and began to walk the twenty feet to get a better look at the sign hanging on the neighbors back fence and a quick re-scan of the sign confirmed my suspicions about the cognitive abilities of my chronic loving neighbor.
"Hey neighbor, the sign says "House For Sale"
"Really!? Shit Dude, I guess I was pretty high when I read it...bummer."
This revelation seemed to really bum him out. He was sure there was a horse.
Anyway, I figured my neighbor, who loves a good party, might consider actually buying a horse to help him on his cloudy journey through life, as they seem the preferred legal mode of transport for folks who enjoys tippling a few rounds or sucking from the graffix.
Follow this here link for a more thorough explanation:
Bartender, Call Up My Steed, Dammit!
He's a student at the local art college and we met right after I moved here two years ago. I've always enjoyed our strange chats, they tend to go into loopy realms, meaning, he has a lot funny ideas about regular things - I don't think he reads much. He sort of reminds me of the Ashton Kutcher character on "That 70's Show" in look and manner. He's a happy-go-lucky, bong-worshipping, product design major who occasionally comes across as being rather, how shall I say...dim?
Anyway, we were chatting about how both of our houses are on the market - we both rent - and how the sale of each would affect us. He then pointed to the house that sits next to mine and said, "Speaking of selling things, they have a HORSE for sale!"
"A what?"
"A Horse! They got a sign on the back fence over in the alley that says "Horse For Sale."
"Really?"
I gave him a sideways glance - In the two years I have lived here I have never seen a HORSE next door - and began to walk the twenty feet to get a better look at the sign hanging on the neighbors back fence and a quick re-scan of the sign confirmed my suspicions about the cognitive abilities of my chronic loving neighbor.
"Hey neighbor, the sign says "House For Sale"
"Really!? Shit Dude, I guess I was pretty high when I read it...bummer."
This revelation seemed to really bum him out. He was sure there was a horse.
Anyway, I figured my neighbor, who loves a good party, might consider actually buying a horse to help him on his cloudy journey through life, as they seem the preferred legal mode of transport for folks who enjoys tippling a few rounds or sucking from the graffix.
Follow this here link for a more thorough explanation:
Bartender, Call Up My Steed, Dammit!
posted by Unknown at 9/24/2004 09:20:00 PM
1 Comments:
lol, that's great. Don't ever put up a sign that reads "Blow Dryer for sale, by owner."
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