Friday, September 08, 2006
Get to the Point, Yo.
The other night I was out with my friend who works for a certain rapper's clothing company. Hint: It's Nelly's. She was excited because a bunch of the young, rich, single owners of other clothing companies were going to be out with us. After several shots of Patron, we got to talking to some guy who was even drunker than us.
He was stuttering something along the lines of:
“I-I-I-I am goin-going-going-to-to-ba-de-ba-de-ba-de the-the-the Hamptons….”
I couldn’t handle it anymore, so I looked at him and asked him if he could, please, “spit it the fuck out already, will ya?”
That’s when my friend gave me an elbow jab to the side and informed me through her teeth that “He has a stutter!”
I'm going to go ahead and classify this one as:
“Things that you should have told me before I took ten shots of tequila, for 100, please.”