can a whitey get a table dance?
Like many other tales, projects, and women in my life, my l33t g33k entry remains frustratingly unfinished. I've shot my load, so now I'm rolling over and falling asleep.
Moving on.
So this past monday, after a rousing night of Hibach-ery at A-1 Steak house, I borrow my father's work van to get the couch out of our garage and into Mykey's. Before I even get to pick up the van, L1N|< m45t3R mY|<3 calls me and says:
"I got the stuff, but it's too much for my car.. i need you to bring the van.."
I say "dude, stop being so dramatic. it's just a freaking door"
L1N|< goes "shut up man, I'm trying to make this interesting. Meet me at the HD ASAP."
"What?"
"don't you sP34k 4cR0nYm?"
"no."
"fine. meet me at the home depot as soon as possible. and keep it on the DL."
"had to slip that in there didn't you?"
"yeah."
[quote label="weird"]my friends are freaking weird.[/quote]
So I drive home and grab the van, head over to the 'poe, as in depot, and load up the "stuff." Looking at the door, which is roughly 70 feet by 30 feet in Canadian math, I have no idea how Mykey and Kathy expected to fit this thing in some combination of a mustang and his Psion. Maybe they were going to cut it in half. Maybe through some sort of House of Leaves effect, they'd fit a 7 foot door in a 4 foot trunk. Maybe Mykey figured while he was there, he'd build a transporter or bend space. I dunno. Refer to quote "weird".
We drop off the door. On to our original destination - my garage. In this garage is a couch. Which we are to load into the back of the van. We have to somehow fit a series of differently shaped pieces of the aforementioned couch into the confined space of the back of the van. Sound familiar? So to the familiar sounds of a classic puzzle game (thanks Myke), we load up the back of the van.
Being terribly out of shape, we decide to stop for some drinkage. I go in, purchase my cool refreshing 'ade, and head back to the van. Eclectic Myke, always surprising, has found "move bitch, get out da' way.." ... which seems strangely appropriate given my driving style. So the van's "bumpin'," as the kids say these days, and we head back to Mykey's..
Mykey's musick selection starts to make me lose my mind..
"up in HERE.. up in HERE.."
I start to lose my cool..
"up in HERE.. up in HERE.."
again .... refer to quote "weird" for answers.
remember through all of this ... Mykey's homeland
I guess if you really want to understand what Canada's all about, you gotta listen to some DMX, Ludacris, with some sprinkling of Chris Rock .. who knew?
Moving on.
So this past monday, after a rousing night of Hibach-ery at A-1 Steak house, I borrow my father's work van to get the couch out of our garage and into Mykey's. Before I even get to pick up the van, L1N|< m45t3R mY|<3 calls me and says:
"I got the stuff, but it's too much for my car.. i need you to bring the van.."
I say "dude, stop being so dramatic. it's just a freaking door"
L1N|< goes "shut up man, I'm trying to make this interesting. Meet me at the HD ASAP."
"What?"
"don't you sP34k 4cR0nYm?"
"no."
"fine. meet me at the home depot as soon as possible. and keep it on the DL."
"had to slip that in there didn't you?"
"yeah."
[quote label="weird"]my friends are freaking weird.[/quote]
So I drive home and grab the van, head over to the 'poe, as in depot, and load up the "stuff." Looking at the door, which is roughly 70 feet by 30 feet in Canadian math, I have no idea how Mykey and Kathy expected to fit this thing in some combination of a mustang and his Psion. Maybe they were going to cut it in half. Maybe through some sort of House of Leaves effect, they'd fit a 7 foot door in a 4 foot trunk. Maybe Mykey figured while he was there, he'd build a transporter or bend space. I dunno. Refer to quote "weird".
We drop off the door. On to our original destination - my garage. In this garage is a couch. Which we are to load into the back of the van. We have to somehow fit a series of differently shaped pieces of the aforementioned couch into the confined space of the back of the van. Sound familiar? So to the familiar sounds of a classic puzzle game (thanks Myke), we load up the back of the van.
Being terribly out of shape, we decide to stop for some drinkage. I go in, purchase my cool refreshing 'ade, and head back to the van. Eclectic Myke, always surprising, has found "move bitch, get out da' way.." ... which seems strangely appropriate given my driving style. So the van's "bumpin'," as the kids say these days, and we head back to Mykey's..
Mykey's musick selection starts to make me lose my mind..
"up in HERE.. up in HERE.."
I start to lose my cool..
"up in HERE.. up in HERE.."
again .... refer to quote "weird" for answers.
remember through all of this ... Mykey's homeland
I guess if you really want to understand what Canada's all about, you gotta listen to some DMX, Ludacris, with some sprinkling of Chris Rock .. who knew?