Deep Thoughts by Sparky Polastri

Tales of a crazed dance, musical theatre and cheerleading coach. I've got the blonde, I've got the big smile, I've got the loud voice. I'm missing the boobs.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Well that was unexpected...

I take the bus through a not-so-nice area of town. (Keep in mind that in Victoria, "not so nice" usually just means that they have cars on their front lawns instead of prize rose bushes.)

Two guys get on, about 21 or 22. Jeans, ball caps, baggy clothes, the whole deal.

The conversation goes as follows:

Guy one: So, uh, do you know anyone who can hook us up?

Guy two: Well, I've done it before.

Guy one: Awesome, cause I've really got a craving.

Guy two: Yah, but it's usually better if you do it yourself, cause then you know exactly what you're getting.

Guy one: So we'll do it at your house?

Guy two: Yeah, I've got some dried chickpeas.

They were talking about HUMMOUS. Guy two continued on saying that he had found a bunch of different recipes from the Internet, and he had tried a lemon hummous which turned out crappy, so they just stick to the basics. HILARIOUS.

Unless of course "hummous" is now some new slang word for crack?

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