"My wife, she died..."
Saturday, as I was walking on Rue de Saint-Rome with azrhey and Pat, there was people handing pamphlets. As one was shoved in my hand, I didn't pose too much resistance, as sometimes it is for a show or a new night-club, could be interesting... No, it's for a freakin' insurance company.
Of course, I started whining immediately, quickly locating a trash-can and getting rid of the offensive pamphlet.
Right after that, something else was shoved in my hand. It wasn't just a paper, it was a CD. A Borat CD, to promote the upcoming movie.
Whining about something stupid being shoved in my hand immediately followed by something cool being shoved in my hand. I don't think that's the kind of thing the Universe wants to encourage.
Of course, I started whining immediately, quickly locating a trash-can and getting rid of the offensive pamphlet.
Right after that, something else was shoved in my hand. It wasn't just a paper, it was a CD. A Borat CD, to promote the upcoming movie.
Whining about something stupid being shoved in my hand immediately followed by something cool being shoved in my hand. I don't think that's the kind of thing the Universe wants to encourage.