Classy
That was my afternoon, in McDonalds, two sex stores, and a porn store. Hunky-dory.
Funny sites, all. Met with Nathan Crocker, as in "crock of bullshit." He's a caricature - vulturous nose, no chin. He could be a supporting cartoon character, someone Bugs Bunny tricks. Nerd like me.
Saw something funny: Guy opened the door for his lady when they went into a sex store. Like the title says, classy.
Why was I at these places, he said, abruptly stopping the story to provide much needed narration?
Well, in my broadcast groups, we needed to do a story. Anything. We talked about doing an idea about sex stores, like the Stagg Shop.
And I'm surprised how little my friends have shame. They went in there, eyes a-blazing, not showing any shame. No one else reacted - it was McDonalds. I wanted to leave.
Yes, I am a prude. It's a retro thing. Seriously, the only guys who are prudes, people who don't advocate legalizing prostitution, not having pre-marital sex...all 60 years old. Or Conservative. And I'm a fan of the 40s/50s that whole old time. Everyone wants the image, but never the ideas...we forget about them. The ideas. People forget who Gandhi is, like my cousin.
They stood around, talking, in front of a porn store. I suggested moving around, but they wouldn't have it.
It was quite a group. One angry at the ugly people, one angry at the beautiful people, one guy just trying not to get hurt, and another guy hating everyone. I'll let you guess who I am.
There's other things, but it doesn't go anywhere. That's the problem with reality - it has errors, plots go all over the place, people have confusing emotions, no denouement, and it takes a lot of shit to get something happy, and the shit that is "our troubles" is something good, usually our best moments, when we feel the best.
That's another post, for tommorow.
Funny sites, all. Met with Nathan Crocker, as in "crock of bullshit." He's a caricature - vulturous nose, no chin. He could be a supporting cartoon character, someone Bugs Bunny tricks. Nerd like me.
Saw something funny: Guy opened the door for his lady when they went into a sex store. Like the title says, classy.
Why was I at these places, he said, abruptly stopping the story to provide much needed narration?
Well, in my broadcast groups, we needed to do a story. Anything. We talked about doing an idea about sex stores, like the Stagg Shop.
And I'm surprised how little my friends have shame. They went in there, eyes a-blazing, not showing any shame. No one else reacted - it was McDonalds. I wanted to leave.
Yes, I am a prude. It's a retro thing. Seriously, the only guys who are prudes, people who don't advocate legalizing prostitution, not having pre-marital sex...all 60 years old. Or Conservative. And I'm a fan of the 40s/50s that whole old time. Everyone wants the image, but never the ideas...we forget about them. The ideas. People forget who Gandhi is, like my cousin.
They stood around, talking, in front of a porn store. I suggested moving around, but they wouldn't have it.
It was quite a group. One angry at the ugly people, one angry at the beautiful people, one guy just trying not to get hurt, and another guy hating everyone. I'll let you guess who I am.
There's other things, but it doesn't go anywhere. That's the problem with reality - it has errors, plots go all over the place, people have confusing emotions, no denouement, and it takes a lot of shit to get something happy, and the shit that is "our troubles" is something good, usually our best moments, when we feel the best.
That's another post, for tommorow.
posted by Marshall McMahon at 11:43 PM
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