A Shitty Tale.
As I was doing my almost-daily pavement pound, I got to thinking about writing an imaginary conversation, which comes close to many I actually have had. Here ‘tis:
X: Yo, haya doin?
Y: Aaaaaay, you know; same ol’ shit.
X: No shit?
Y: Yeah, no shit. You know, that neighbor a mine. He’s fulla shit.
X: Oh yeah, that shithead. You told me about some of the bad shit he’s pulled.
Y: Yeah, no shit. I’m tired a his shit.
X: Yeah, he really turned dat place into a real shithouse.
Y: Be great if the shitball would move.
X: Yeah, dat would be some good shit.
Y: Yo, so how yoo doin’?
X: Holy shit! Did I tell you I won 10 G’s in A.C.?
Y: Ten large? Are you shittin’ me?
X: No shit. I was down to my last hunnit, so I trew it all on eight the hard way. Bam! Out comes two fours on da first roll. I damned near shit.
Y: No shit?
X: Yeah, no shit. From den on it was like I stepped in shit. I couldn’t lose for shit.
Y: That is some awesome shit.
X: Yo, great bullshittin’ wit ya, but I gotta run.
Y: Yeah, me too. I gotta lotta shit to deal with today.
X: No shit. Me to. But, first, I gotta run home to take a shit.
I don’t understand why Eric gets all the accolades as a writer.
That was some primo shit, man!
And it didn’t even stink!
Comment by Joan of Argghh! — October 7, 2007 @ 3:56 pm
Some good shit, right there!
Comment by Jean — October 7, 2007 @ 9:07 pm
Holy crap.
Comment by Elisson — October 7, 2007 @ 11:25 pm
Sounds like some conversations I’ve heard at the mall between teens. *grin*
Comment by Teresa — October 7, 2007 @ 11:25 pm
It rolls downhill, my friend.
Comment by Jerry — October 7, 2007 @ 11:39 pm
What the fuck.
Comment by Cousin Jack — October 8, 2007 @ 2:04 am
Dat’s just sad…a smot guy like you, taken-a hangin’ out wit da riff-raff. Dose 10 G’s’ll be gone in a week, aftah he buys his broad a fancy fur coat.
Comment by Erica — October 8, 2007 @ 6:39 am
rat a tat poppin
Comment by dogette — October 8, 2007 @ 9:40 am
Great, uh, stuff, Jimbo.
Reminds me of a scene from last year’s The Wire in which every single word was ‘fuck’ or a varient. I assume it was the result of a bar bet between the writers and producer. It was almost as expressive as your effort.
Comment by Sluggo — October 8, 2007 @ 11:39 am
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Pingback by pamibe » Blog Archive » A new week — October 8, 2007 @ 12:45 pm
Holy Sheep siht, Batman, PRS is some cool shit!
Comment by holder — October 8, 2007 @ 7:05 pm
Gotdam. And dose peeps in Joissey think I talk funny
Comment by GUYK — October 8, 2007 @ 8:10 pm
I’ll bet that it was the “hunnit” dat troo you.
It takes time and years of saloon prowling.
Jimbo
Comment by Jim — October 8, 2007 @ 8:12 pm
Yeah, I did the cultural thing. I went to the Turd Museum, they got some great shit there. Some of that crap’s worth a lot of money, too. (Steve Martin)
Comment by Mister Snitch! — October 20, 2007 @ 11:58 pm