Sunday, February 04, 2007

Reasons to Move to New York

(Besides the existence of Brooklyn's CB I Hate Perfume, which sells perfumes that purport to smell like "Coppertone circa 1967, blended with a new accord I created especially for this perfume, ­ North Atlantic. The base of the scent contains a bit of Wet Sand, Seashell, Driftwood and just a hint of Boardwalk," and "English Novel taken from a Signed First Edition of one of my very favorite novels, Russian & Moroccan leather bindings, worn cloth and a hint of wood polish.")

This conversation:
Jerk in back row: Paul McCartney should have stopped after the Beatles. I mean, what the fuck else good did he do after that? Nothing. Not a goddamn thing. He couldn't go from point A to point B. What's the shortest distance from A to B, again? Like, the hypotenuse of a triangle? He never found the hypotenuse without Lennon.
Annoyed man in front of him: Dude, the hypotenuse is the longest side. Now shut the fuck up.
Annoyed man's girlfriend: That was so hot.

Everything about that exchange is just so right.

2 Comments:

Blogger tongapup said...

Why now, spammer? Why?

Is this to be the thin edge of the wedge of spam? I tremble.

7:40 p.m.  
Blogger Prettiebottom said...

Hells bells, spam on a blog?! Now I've seen everything. But for serious, the hypotenuse is the longest and is equal to the sum of the square of the other two sides [the pathegorem theorem has been on my mind a lot lately] ... doesn't that seem a bit much? Or is my parroting of the equation off? Grade whatever math was a long time ago.

12:38 a.m.  

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