we'll dance around

after lunch at On the Edge, having eaten a salad with an unidentifiable blood-like dressing and talking with a pink haired drug addict named heather..

i got a call. the reception was poor.

it was Him.

"pick up some fly swatters. sony is coming over for a meeting."

because my questions and tales of incompetence are not usually welcome, i went to the store and got some fly swatters.

i walked back into the office. there were three men in gucci suits sitting around my grandfather's desk. i slapped the company card and two fly swatters down on the desk, and he looked up at me in confusion and terror.

"joshua?"

"yah?" i said

"what the hell are those?"

"fly swatters~"

"i said ICE WATERS. i need ICE - WATERS for my meeting with these gentlemen. they cant really drink these fly swatters now, can they?"

"no," i said stupidly.

one of the fat ones said "well we CAN TRY!!" and erupted into greasy laughter.

ICE WATER
FLY SWATTER

say them out loud one after the other. now imagine a cell phone in the mix. work it out.



thats hot.


i then went to a bar three blocks later and proceeded to drink two gin and tonics and listen to the bartender tell me about her divorce.