trent_logain
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jan 18, 2006
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i was in some healthy/expensive type store here in wherever the fuck i was, (we have a lot of those) and i'm in line to buy some ham at the front. the lady asked me what kind, and i said "i have no fucking idea what different kinds of ham there are lady" ENTIRELY to loudly and the guy behind me in line i hadn't noticed burst the hell up laughing.
i turn around. steve martin.
he kinda half leans around me and says "honey glazed!" to the lady over the counter and i just kinda stare at him for a second then smile and say thanks. i'm about to pay for it and he says "no way this one's on me" and pays the check for it right there. i was astounded, it was so awesome that i did the only thing i could think of ... the three amigos salute. once again he cracks out in mad laugher and asked me if i had any idea how long it had been since someone did that. i said "a year?" he said "try ten", with a devilish grin on his face.
we ended up having peruvian torch at a place across the street. no idea the guy was in to psychedelics. he guzzled his down with the quickness without a grimace on his face, while i wretched my guts out several times. anyway, turns out he apparently bought a house near here, a really expensive residential area, and has been living there a while. we talked about everything that wasn't his career for about 45 minutes before he had to take off because his deli stuff was gonna go bad. i shook his hand and said he made my year today. he smiled and beat my head in with a tire iron. i looked up from the floor, my eyes covered in blood as i made out a blury image of an anvil being hoisted above his head. through the ringing in my ears i cant recall the forgotten witty parting line before the anvil came crashing down.
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forget the poem type shit around here. lets hear some stories.!1
i turn around. steve martin.
he kinda half leans around me and says "honey glazed!" to the lady over the counter and i just kinda stare at him for a second then smile and say thanks. i'm about to pay for it and he says "no way this one's on me" and pays the check for it right there. i was astounded, it was so awesome that i did the only thing i could think of ... the three amigos salute. once again he cracks out in mad laugher and asked me if i had any idea how long it had been since someone did that. i said "a year?" he said "try ten", with a devilish grin on his face.
we ended up having peruvian torch at a place across the street. no idea the guy was in to psychedelics. he guzzled his down with the quickness without a grimace on his face, while i wretched my guts out several times. anyway, turns out he apparently bought a house near here, a really expensive residential area, and has been living there a while. we talked about everything that wasn't his career for about 45 minutes before he had to take off because his deli stuff was gonna go bad. i shook his hand and said he made my year today. he smiled and beat my head in with a tire iron. i looked up from the floor, my eyes covered in blood as i made out a blury image of an anvil being hoisted above his head. through the ringing in my ears i cant recall the forgotten witty parting line before the anvil came crashing down.
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forget the poem type shit around here. lets hear some stories.!1
