The Ipood Story
So there I was walking down the street. Listening to my new musical electronic gadget and l see a guy coming my way. He was listening to a cassette player (believe it or not) Then I look at him and he then look at me. So I said to the man:
WD: "What is this? You still stuck in the 80s? Join the 21st century and get a MP3 player...Hahahahaw!"
So the man replies..
The Guy: "Why you conceited BASTARD! Who the hell do you think you are? something special?"
So I said:
WD: "Get with the times old chap!"
So we both went our own separate ways.
Next, I approached a young lovely woman and said to her...
WD: "Hello? How do you like my little musik gadget? I got it for Christmas"
She then said:
Young woman: "Typical L.A. jerk! Get a life"
To which I said:
WD: "My, my, such tomfoolery!"
So we both went our own separate ways.
Finally, I saw some Homies cruising down the avenue in their low rider.
I yelled at them:
WD:"Turn down the bloody noise! I can't hear my own music"
To which they reply:
Well, actually they didn't reply.....they got off their ride and started chasing me.
I ran like pansy...
....I'm still hiding inside my house. sweat
The moral of the story:
What friggin moral? I would hate myself If I ever pulled shit like that on the street.
No, but really, if you can find a moral to this shenanigan, I'll give you a hug and happy smile.
And IF you're still reading this part....you just wasted 2 minutes of your precious time.