Friday, October 29, 2004

 Snippets of conversation heard from the maintenance/repair/construction buttwads working in the walk/alley between my apartment and the unit next door... at 7AM... on my day off:

"Did you see that bathroom? I think it looked better with the lights off."
(Yes, thank you. I needed to know just that before I'm fully awake. The gagging noises also did not help, fyi.)

"She knows all about these drugs... of course, I don't do any of that stuff... but man, she's so into this Purple Haze stuff."
(Of course, you don't.)

"...I see your truuuuuuuuuuuuue colors shining bright...."
(Oh dear lord. Make him stop. MAKE HIM STOP!)

"Oh, man, you should have seen her. She did this..." *deteriorates into really disgusting, filthy, nasty details, along with the obligatory... sound effects.
(First, keep the graphic details behind closed doors and not out in the open at 7AM on a Friday, when you're standing right underneath someone's window. Second, no, I don't think she could have done what you said she did because in order to do so, she'd need to have three arms, two mouths and be quadruple-jointed... but your buddies aren't aware of that fact. Third, I looked out the window and saw what you looked like -- exactly how much did you pay her?)

*trying to outdo one another in seeing who can bang their pipes the loudest*
(Wasn't meant to be dirty. They're just tossing these huge metal pipes into their truckbed and really trying to be as loud as possible.)

*giggle giggle giggle*
(Yes, men giggle, too. And I know for a fact that when they do, they're up to no good. For example, yesterday a bunch of male interns and A, their fulltime fratboy hero playing with some liquid nitrogen. Lots of giggling followed by "Hey, we have the LN2, let's just see what this baby can do," followed again by another bout of giggling.)

SHUT UP, people.

P.S. Frickin' blogger. WTF.

|| posted by Pooh at 9:23 AM ... ||

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