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I'm sitting in the computer lab at school, stoned off my ass, and I overhear a conversation between these two guys. They're talking obnoxiously loudly with priceless ghetto accents and get into what they call a "deep conversation." I would give my left ovary to have this glorious wonder recorded. I can't remember their exact words, but the "deep conversation" they were having had something to do with one of the gentleman's epiphany or somesuch. I gather some pastor or tutor or professor had given him some "profoun'[sic]" advice (i.e. - some frighteningly generic bootstraps cliche) about how to live his life.
"Yeah, man. He inspy-rit me, man. Like, I gotta be hungry and 'onniss wiff myself. I am, dhoo. I'm like Geor' Washin'tun, like goin' up against the Queen uh Englun'. Like I pow'full."
I wish I could remember more. There were a few more gems like that.
Bewildered, frightened, and amused;
BigFresh
"Yeah, man. He inspy-rit me, man. Like, I gotta be hungry and 'onniss wiff myself. I am, dhoo. I'm like Geor' Washin'tun, like goin' up against the Queen uh Englun'. Like I pow'full."
I wish I could remember more. There were a few more gems like that.
Bewildered, frightened, and amused;
BigFresh