Too Much to Think

27thJul. × ’09

Steve, a salesman born without the gene that imparts tact and caring, brought some DVD’s to work that a buddy of his had purchased in Thailand. He left one on my desk and told me that it was right up my alley. Steve described it as “the thinking man’s Mr. & Mrs. Smith”. Which in and of itself, is an oxymoron so large that it threatened to crush a rather nonchalant looking elephant in the room. I took the DVD home, popped it into my player and hit play. It actually IS Mr. & Mrs. Smith. Only it has English subtitles.

When I questioned Steve about it this morning, his only reply was

Yeah I know it has subtitles, it’s for people like you who love books and shit

I have a friend named River, because she was conceived next to one. If that was a common practice, Steve’s son should technically be called Jameson or Roofie

 

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3 Comments

  1. AW
    Posted July 27, 2009 at 7:23 PM | Permalink

    Nooooo it cannot be true. Does “Steve” read this, or will he ever? Hilarious!

  2. Rob
    Posted July 27, 2009 at 7:43 PM | Permalink

    Jamieson (Aussie beer)? Or perhaps Jameson (Irish whisky)?

  3. Anonymous
    Posted July 27, 2009 at 9:04 PM | Permalink

    At the flea market on the weekend I was digging though a box of hardcore gay porn VHS videos and found a English to German dictionary. I crouched there thinking about the guy running the stall pausing the videos to translate what was said into German, nodding sagely, making a note and then continuing his viewing. He smelled of sausage.

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