Last night one of the art installations involved pumping music down drains and then listening to how they combined and resonated in the pipes. It was actually really cool, and I imagined a bunch of UE people hanging out down there in lawn chairs, cold beers in hand, listening to the concert. I smiled.
Aside: Since the out flow a few yards away was completely under water, the drain was likely too flooded to have people in there, but my imagination decided to ignore those details. =)
Now that's muh kind view. Is where da romulan's sneek up on the klingins'.
See, you get you white ass in the sewah. Set dat bitch to fry honky and you open tha bird. An you see dem, they's sneeking up, they look like eard crackas... But they SPACE CRACKAS! Romilan space crackas from planet space cracka. An whens they get rights on next to you in da sewah, you reach out an you smear a boogah right on their motherfockin sock! with photen torpedas! Is like Bam fuckin'zing.
an you boogie you ass right down the drain fickin boogars and shakin' you ass.
Now tha gubberment be handin' out the 5 pound blocks o' cheese an sucka cracka winos be gnawin on the shit. Boogas flying, shit sprayin' stink o' el bob goog! Because ups in space you ain'ts got no hammers! All you gits is 13 pounds o' meatloaf and an empty bottle o gin.
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Back in the day, we had to poke up and make a mark with spraypaint and then go back and try to find it later, to know where we were.
Now I just turn the GPS jobber on and poke my phone out of a hole. It's a strange new world...
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Aside: Since the out flow a few yards away was completely under water, the drain was likely too flooded to have people in there, but my imagination decided to ignore those details. =)
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Now YOU'RE one of those "UE people" and that sort of cracks me up (and makes me really happy).
Yay LiveJournal! :)
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See, you get you white ass in the sewah. Set dat bitch to fry honky and you open tha bird. An you see dem, they's sneeking up, they look like eard crackas... But they SPACE CRACKAS! Romilan space crackas from planet space cracka. An whens they get rights on next to you in da sewah, you reach out an you smear a boogah right on their motherfockin sock! with photen torpedas! Is like Bam fuckin'zing.
an you boogie you ass right down the drain fickin boogars and shakin' you ass.
Now tha gubberment be handin' out the 5 pound blocks o' cheese an sucka cracka winos be gnawin on the shit. Boogas flying, shit sprayin' stink o' el bob goog! Because ups in space you ain'ts got no hammers! All you gits is 13 pounds o' meatloaf and an empty bottle o gin.
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