I screech to a halt and fall from the car clutching my 'camera telephone'. I am preparing to take the photograph when a middle aged couple walk past and stop.
Lady: What are you doing?
Me: Taking a photograph of the sign.
Man: Why?
Me: I find it funny.
Lady: (As if she is a French Duchess and I am a cretin) What is funny about that sign?
Me: (Uncertainly) Nothing?
Man: Nowadays people take photographs of anything at all.*
Me: Yes.
Lady: Well, have a good day.
Me: Yes. You too. Goodbye.
Man to Lady:(Walking off) I think she was foreign. 
And to think that this morning, I was going to give up my web-blog forever!
* Note: the conversation was in French, for I am in Quebec. What he actually said was "n'importe quoi", which is funnier.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Day 470: I Am Given A Sign
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HEY! I am only friends with you because of this weblog. Giving up this weblog is tantamount to giving up ME. Yeah?
NEVER. You will always be in my heart. Plus you play online Scrabble with me. Do you want a black anus if I go to the festival?
As an owner of an official black anus (hee-hee) I'm happy to say all is well. Love the sign.
As many as you can fit in your fashionably large holdall, monkeylady.
Hi NWM
It's a sign, obviously.
xxx
Pants
The term is web-log not - oh do you know I can't be bothered. You'll just say you did it on purpose and call me a spazz and get away with it because it's all part of your 'charm'.
on my new train journey to work i pass the word 'cock' spray painted on a wall in 6' foot letters - would you like a picture of that too?
oh, just to clarify that was a genuine offer to NWM, rather than a reflection on any comments posted...
super.
$625 is a scandolous price for anus of any colour.
Demand a discount.
Noooooooooooooo. You CAN'T give up your webular-blog. I need my daily-ish dose of NWM like an OCD sufferer needs antibiotic handcleaning gunk. E.g. a lot. Merci. Etc.
Aren't you supposed to tastefully blur out the telephone number? You know, so the festive black anuses don't get swamped with unwanted telephone calls of a humorous and probably deeply personal nature?
Also, because my French is non-existent to none (but I can speak both HTML and CSS. Also I conjugate ancient Greek on alternate Tuesdays [mmmm... Ancient Greeks...]) I have a lovely mental picture of a formally dressed shrimp heading out for the reception hall.
I have often wondered where all the African-American sodomites hang out.
I wonder if that festival gets much passing trade?
Priceless. Absolutely priceless. You'd never get this in the wilds of South London
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