Jeff: If we’re going to Sneaky Dee’s on a Tuesday, we should have Fajitas, not Nachos.
Chad: You memorized the night specials?
Jeff: Chad, don’t take this away from me. I’m single, depressed and I live on my mother’s couch.
Post Script:
Nothing at American Apparel fits my Giant 6’4 Body. It always looks like I ate a hipster.
Ms. Swift is right, You can’t control what the haters say. All you can do is shake it off.
So I’m walking around aimlessly. Stoned of course. So I get a slice of pizza (not for the pizza pizza itself but for the wifi.) Wrote a bad joke about Robin Williams —
Dying after Robin Williams is kinda a tough act to follow.
(Too soon?)
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Got a slushie. Was invited by a dude on scruff to the vapor lounge. On Scuff [ Notation for straights / those without HBO – it’s a gay hook up app]
So dude points at my shirt. And asks ‘Who’s Rancid’. I kept it kool. For TWO seconds. I’m like WTF -You don’t know who Tim fucking Armstrong is? I had get up and leave on principle alone.
AND THAT’s what keeping it punk means to me.
Jeff 