Fuckin' a. Someone went a little camera crazy. My goddamn eyes are searing right now.
On the hobo charge...First, just because you beat up a hobo doesn't mean that you won. It means that you probably committed aggravated assault, and depending on how large the stick, assault with a deadly weapon.
Secondly, do I really need to lose to a hobo? Am I that proud that I can't just admit that I'm not good at a game? No. No, I'm pretty bad at it. But again, it's a game.
(Correction: A stray editor has taken it upon herself to make shit up. What follows is the actual text of the conversation.) Tina: That homeless man is so cool. He plays so many chess games! And his pieces are so big and pretty. Grant: Tina, take those out of your mouth. They're probably dirty. Tina: ROAR! I AM ANGRY AT YOU! Grant: Please, Tina, we should go, I think he's getting angry. Hobo: Hey, faggot! You play me or I'll cut your ladyfriend! Grant: Sir, that's a threat and I have already mentally recorded your description to give to a uniformed member of the Chicago police. Good day. Hobo: ROAR! Tina: ROAR! Grant (grabbing Tina by the arm and dragging her quickly away): Tina, let's fly! Fly! Tina: TWEET! TWEET! Grant: I sure am glad we're out of there. That man is a success story, but I don't know if I want to be on the receiving end of his pawn-shaped dentures. Tina: You pussy! You wouldn't even play him to save my life! I hate you! Grant: Now Tina. That man may be a success at the Chess Board, and that's certainly an accomplishment, but I'm working to better myself too, to build a better life through a College Degree. Tina: ROAR!
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Tina? Who the fuck is this "Tina"? She's cute...
I don't know, but she looks like a total Lesbo. If you think she's so cute...
A Poem by Sappho, another total Lesbo, from Lesbos.
I have not had one word from her
Frankly I wish I were dead
When she left, she wept
a great deal; she said to me, "This parting must be
endured, Sappho. I go unwillingly."
I said, "Go, and be happy
but remember (you know
well) whom you leave shackled by love
"If you forget me, think
of our gifts to Aphrodite
and all the loveliness that we shared
"all the violet tiaras,
braided rosebuds, dill and
crocus twined around your young neck
"myrrh poured on your head
and on soft mats girls with
all that they most wished for beside them
"while no voices chanted
choruses without ours,
no woodlot bloomed in spring without song..."
--Translated by Mary Barnard
This was like watching the intro to Family Matters.
Also:
Why weren't there any pictures of the big silver bean of the future?
I think The Grza's making one of his classic no hope, no future statements.
No hope? No future? No big silver bean of the future.
Bleak......
he's sort of preaching to the choir. no?
Hey, I aint runnin for pope.
I hear Grant's too insecure to risk losing at chess to the hobos in the park.
Fuckin' a. Someone went a little camera crazy. My goddamn eyes are searing right now.
On the hobo charge...First, just because you beat up a hobo doesn't mean that you won. It means that you probably committed aggravated assault, and depending on how large the stick, assault with a deadly weapon.
Secondly, do I really need to lose to a hobo? Am I that proud that I can't just admit that I'm not good at a game? No. No, I'm pretty bad at it. But again, it's a game.
Seriously. Fucking bean.
Grant's words: "He might succeed at chess, but I succeed at life. I'm in college, he's at a table in the park."
That's a quote. Seriously.
(Correction: A stray editor has taken it upon herself to make shit up. What follows is the actual text of the conversation.)
Tina: That homeless man is so cool. He plays so many chess games! And his pieces are so big and pretty.
Grant: Tina, take those out of your mouth. They're probably dirty.
Tina: ROAR! I AM ANGRY AT YOU!
Grant: Please, Tina, we should go, I think he's getting angry.
Hobo: Hey, faggot! You play me or I'll cut your ladyfriend!
Grant: Sir, that's a threat and I have already mentally recorded your description to give to a uniformed member of the Chicago police. Good day.
Hobo: ROAR!
Tina: ROAR!
Grant (grabbing Tina by the arm and dragging her quickly away): Tina, let's fly! Fly!
Tina: TWEET! TWEET!
Grant: I sure am glad we're out of there. That man is a success story, but I don't know if I want to be on the receiving end of his pawn-shaped dentures.
Tina: You pussy! You wouldn't even play him to save my life! I hate you!
Grant: Now Tina. That man may be a success at the Chess Board, and that's certainly an accomplishment, but I'm working to better myself too, to build a better life through a College Degree.
Tina: ROAR!
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