Wednesday evening at work (REAL TIME) >>updated!
For a [adjectives redacted out of paranoia–ed.] project at my fake job, I have to write a list of questions for an instructional DVD about photography.
Right off the bat I was cracking myself up:
How important is your equipment?
Heh!
And then, after a long list of questions like, “Do you have a make-up kit in your studio?” and “How do you help a model achieve spontaneity?” and “How did you get started in photography?”, I wrote this:
Really big pictures. How?
Am I somehow drunk? I can’t stop laughing.
[UPDATE! (not in real time)]
A few minutes later, after receiving a frantic telephone call from his wife…
Boss: Do you know anyone who babysits?
Left Hook: My friend Pistol Whip babysits.
Boss: Is she an experienced babysitter?
[Aside: Har! Har! Har! Har! Double-layered inside joke activated!]
Lefty: Why yes, she’s quite experienced. And she was a nursery school teacher for eight years.
Boss pauses.
Lefty: Let’s put it this way: if I had a baby, I’d give it to her.
2 Responses to “Wednesday evening at work (REAL TIME) >>updated!”
1 Firecracker 16 May 2007 @ 7:08 pm
I think the answer to the model question is: cocaine.
2 Pistol Whip 21 May 2007 @ 2:14 pm
Saturday evening in the Pistols’ freshly-painted dining room. Gathered around spaghetti and meatballs are Left Hook, Mr. Shaky, Sex Machine, A.M., Pistol, and the mister.
Pistol: OH MY GOD THIS IS SO FUN. I AM HAVING SO MUCH FUN. ISN’T THIS FUN YOU GUYS?
The group smiles affectionately towards Pistol, who is seated at the head of the table. A few nod in agreement. When, they are all wondering, did Pistol Whip get so drunk?
Pistol: You know what would totally ruin EVERYTHING, Mr. Pistol? If we had a fucking baby.
Mr. Pistol: Totally.
The Pistols sigh in unison.
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