On Saturday I was sitting in Starbucks below the Laser Tag place waiting for Har. A guy came in, looking slightly deranged, wearing a Wharton t-shirt. He walked through the place like a comedian walking through a suburban nightclub, all finger points and bu-dum-bas. Here was his monolgue:
Hey how ya doin
You’re my best friend.
That’s a good look for you
What kind of computer is that, an apple?
Welcome to beautiful downtown Sherman Oaks, one and all
A hip a hop a hippy to the hippy and you don’t stop.
What?
Yeah, I thought so. Yeee dog. I could tell a stone throw away from here
Don’t get hit by a reindeer.
Yeah, that’s dangerous.
Come on baby.
You need me.
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