Comcast came today to fix my internet connection.
After the cable guy was done fixing the line, he went on my laptop to renew my ip address. After which he proceeded to my laptop to MySpace.
Cable Guy: You ever go to
this site?
Me: Uh...yea.
Cable Guy: I'm talking to
this girl right now. She's Russian.
Me: Cool....
Cable Guy: Yea, you talk to some of these girls, and they act all sexy, but when you meet them they don't how to do anything. Some are right to the point though. This one girl was like 'wanna have sex in the shower?' and I couldn't say no to that so I just put on a rubber and went to town.
Cable Guy: Always wear a rubber.
Me: Y-yea.
*Cable Guy's phone rings*
Cable Guy: That's the wife.
Me:...
Cable Guy: She'll leave a message.
I would like to stress that I am not a cable guy.
So, people... how about that Bloc Party album?