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EVERYBODY GIVE IT UP FOR NUMBERS 2003-04-02 | 1:36 p.m. Hey, what’s up? How’s it going? Yeah, that’s cool. I’m all right. Just chillin’, you know. I went to a comedy club last night and it was, it was, well you know, funny. T’was rumored that because it was an anniversary show David Cross was to be a special secret guest but halfway through the show they announced that the surprise canceled. That’s cool. I didn’t really want to see him anyway. I mean, whatever. I got to spend a little quality time with my friend Josh who doesn’t speak. I don’t mean to say you can’t have a conversation with him; it’s just that he screams everything he says. I sat next to him in the car and we reminisced about old times, old friends, old homemade vignettes and shit. My eardrums are broken. I loved the conversation but damn Josh take it down a notch. I also got to hang out with Mr. Nolfi. He used to be the token guy that hung out with a group of about 8 chicks and never tried to get in anyone’s pants. Now all the bitches he used to hang out with have moved to different parts of California and his feminine sensitivities have flown out the window. He works in a bar and hangs out with greasers and shit. Not very girly. I guess we deserved to lose our mascot since we all left town. I assume this is very uninteresting to read because you don’t know these people or me for that matter. Well you know what, too fucking bad I don’t have the energy to rewrite anything. I’ll end by quoting my favorite comic from last night......"Let me hear you give it up if you like food. Yeah. Lickety Lack. Food." Maybe you had to be there.
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