sick of slang


We know them well. We replay them in our minds; sitting in front of the typewriter at work, carving balsa wood, even when spaying or neutering a beloved pet. They're precious memories, the ones so warm and fuzzy that they suffocate you with fuzzy, warm love. Let's take a walk on the Happy Trail, campers...

Willoughby Blvd 4 Life "The black guy called. He said 'Hi.' I like how he did it. My man was a black cat with mannerisms up in your grille, god… I mean, he was good. Uh." (Bucky, calling home to his father, while at a Royals baseball game. Kansas City, MO, Summer 1998.)
that's how the world began "Just like biscuits... Just like grandma used to make... Fresh out of the oven..." (Jim Overby, while receiving oral sex from his family's Golden Retriever, Buddy. Torrance, CA, Spring 2000.)
a fungus among us "Dude, where's my car?" (Alan Pendleton, finance manager at First Georgia Bank, after rippin' a couple with the boys in the mailroom. Atlanta, GA, Fall 1996.)
chuggin' motor oil "Miktahb! Riktash ehtbab rahook mik bashka! Nehab termah nehad!" ( Ikbash Khomahkani, rocking out at a show featuring Death Cab for Cutie, Unwound, and Sweep the Leg Johnny. Minneapolis, MN, Winter, 1999.)
PARAMOUNT'S CAROWINDS "Now how did this happen? Butterflies? I don't understand…. Heh, I must say, I like your Muzak very much. Cough. Mmm. Are you from Easton? No. Oh. Ahem. Sniff. Things changed since we came out, there's some shit in New York!" (Unidentified old man, to attractive early-30s jogger in elevator. NYC, Spring 1986.)


THE MORAL OF THE STORY: Keep your hands out of the Herpes jar.



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