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FROM THE MUSTY BASEMENT OF....

Sorry about the issues collom bieng so dry those of you who tuned in last week already know about my condition, and thats all I havee to say about that .as for the new news this week MISS la SUPREMA had the broiler removed from my basement and left me with no heating, and invoked some new budget cuts in which the only cut is the lack of funds for my typewriter ribbon. So here I sit in my cold musty basement in the bowles of GEEK WEEKLY intergalatik head quarters wetting each letter on my 30's typewriter as it comes up with a felt inkpad. And they've also stopped bringing me cats.
So jorney forth oh brave traveler into the heart of this peice.
O.K. so the other day .. no fuck that, sorry I have no storys. let me think. shit alright I'll introduce another character to talk with.
O.K. , O.K. so theres this girl and she sittin over by the bar by herself smoking a cigaret. so I sittin by my typewriter bored of feeling letters so I get it into my mind to go over and bum a smoke and talk or what ever.
"hi, umm can I get a smoke from you?" (me talking)
"no"
"ok. so which band you here to see tonight?"(me agian)
"Tungstun aray"(she doesnt seem real talkative)
"Really? I've never heard them before what kind of music do they play"
"shitty"(her this time)
At this point I'm a bit worried and decide to end the conversation.
"O.K. Well I'm gonna go back to my typewriter over there. What was your name?"

" Fuck You."
What A fucking bitch!! She puts out her cigarret and leaves. Just for that I've dicided to have her get hit by a bus. Good riddens.Thats all for this week untill next time.

..steve deconstructionalist

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