Thu, 20 December 2007 Once again, I'm back after a two-month hiatus. What a terrible podcaster. This time, I talk some trash on people who say "Happy Holidays," and I tell a couple stories about high school hijinx. I talked at the end of the episode about a picture, but it's been brought to my attention that we're trying to sell it now? So I'm not allowed to post it. Sorry for wasting your time. But keep an eye out for it in National Geographic. intro: John O'Callaghan - Big Sky outro: Sarah Mclachlan - The First Noel Comments[2] |
Hey, don't be so down on yourself or your show! You say it yourself that there's a TON of libs online so we need to add our voices in dissent and raise a chorus of common sense! Also, don't worry about your production quality, not everyone has a studio and a paid producer.
Cheers!
Hatton
Cheers!
Hatton
posted by: Hatton Humphrey on Mon, 12/31 01:55 PM EST
Dude. You're telling it wrong. First off, the Christmas story was in our Junior year and it was Chemistry. We had Ms. Liebfried (or however the fuck you spell it) for Biology our Freshman year. Don't you remember when she gave Joe Facciani the egg and he squeezed and got fucking egg juice all over her? Anyway, in your description of Samir you left out the fact that everyone called him (ironically) Sammy G. And I was the one he was sitting beside before he went up. He told me what he was going to do. This is how it went.
Sammy's rocking back forth. His head shoots up.
Sammy G: Adolfo... I'm telling Mr. Fuschino he ruined my fucking Christmas.
Adolfo: What?
Sammy G: I'm telling Mr. Fuschino he ruined my fucking Christmas.
Adolfo: Yeah... OK Sammy. Whatever.
(This is, I believe where you heard the conversation start)
Sammy G: You don't believe me? I'll fucking do it.
Adolfo: Whatever dude.
Then Sammy shoots up out of his seat and GANGSTA WALKS (this, I feel, is an important detail)... GANGSTA WALKS to the front of the room and delivers his now immortal line.
Just thought I'd clear you up on the details.
Sammy's rocking back forth. His head shoots up.
Sammy G: Adolfo... I'm telling Mr. Fuschino he ruined my fucking Christmas.
Adolfo: What?
Sammy G: I'm telling Mr. Fuschino he ruined my fucking Christmas.
Adolfo: Yeah... OK Sammy. Whatever.
(This is, I believe where you heard the conversation start)
Sammy G: You don't believe me? I'll fucking do it.
Adolfo: Whatever dude.
Then Sammy shoots up out of his seat and GANGSTA WALKS (this, I feel, is an important detail)... GANGSTA WALKS to the front of the room and delivers his now immortal line.
Just thought I'd clear you up on the details.
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