A Day Too Late
I can’t believe I missed this opportunity by one day.
It was last evening and I had just finished writing a bitchy post about how no one had bothered to enter my stupid essay contest when it occured to me that maybe I was going about things all wrong. Maybe I should try and be the nice guy for once and while I was mulling that over for half a second suddenly from out of nowhere appeared Patrick Swayze. The conversation went something like this:
Patrick Swayze: So you want to sell your soul?
Eric: But I didn’t even offer it to you. Aren’t I supposed to say, “I’d sell my soul for such and such” and then you appear?
Patrick Swayze: Well typically that’s how we like to do things but we’ve implemented a new policy of unsolicited appearances. We’re kind of trying it out and seeing how it goes because you might not realize that you want to sell your soul until we present our offer. May I interest in some cutlery?
Eric: Thanks but I’ve already a set. But that carrot peeler with the carrot-shaped handle looks pretty good. Where do I sign?
Fuck!! I knew I should have held out for the lint brush.
February 22nd, 2005 at 4:52 AM
Nuts o rama. What the hell was the essay supposed to be about again? I must have missed that post. Essays are fun, essays are cool. Chicks go wild for that sorta skill. I want the mix CD damnit.