I'd have two giant malamars -- beautiful, shimmering dogs, and in the morning I'd drink my coffee, toss sticks from the back porch and watch them run, their powerful legs churning out fist-sized divots in the ground, and when the sun sets they'd run off into the woods and cuddle up with a family of black bears... I can keep going on...
Ween, Radiohead, Dylan, Scott Biram
Mad Men, Breaking Bad, Vice Principals
Big Lebowski, almost famous, pulp fiction
Amazing Adventures of Cavalier and Clay, Wonder Boys, Omnivores Dilemma, Run Rabbit Run, the pump house gang, fear and loathing in las vegas
Hey... Hey that's a cool haircut. Come here often? No?
fuck! you fucking moron. you sound like a total loser. Think quick dude, recover, recover. Say something clever... She might be still reading right now - ummmm.... Ok ok try this:
Hey... I couldn't help but notice you're still reading. Co-o-oool. Yeah this is a pretty tight paragraph here. All post-modern and shit. Little too self indulgent for me though. 'Course everything seems trite after you've been on stage, jamming with Geddie Lee, in front of a tens-of-thousands of adoring fans.
Nice dude. Nice.
Yeah I'm in Rush. Which guy? I'm the guitarist... Alec.... I mean Alan. Haha. Some people call me alec and some call me alan. It's a little inside joke me and the band have.
What? You gotta go? Wait wait um... Do you want to come back to my place... I'll play you a song or something. Oh you have the CD. Yeah that's cool then. ok. peace
smooth romeo. smooth