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Oct. 3rd, 2002 11:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wickedfleaOK, once more about the clown thing and I'll shut up, I swear.
Did you ever have one of those funky coincidences where you're so freaked out that you clap your hands to the side of your head and scream "gahhhhh!"? It was like that. Let me give you a hypothetical example to illustrate what I'm talking about.
You and a friend are up late at night watching movies -- let's say, oh, River's Edge, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2, Blue Velvet, and Easy Rider. You might even be smoking some reefer or dropping some tabs, but that's up to you; I don't know you and your friend that well. All through the night, you are commenting on how great Dennis Hopper is in each movie. You even see parallels between his characters, such as Feck and Frank Booth. By the end of the night, you both have decided that Dennis Hopper is in fact the key to the universe.
The phone rings at 2 a.m. You pick it up.
"Hello?"
"Hi, this is Dennis Hopper. I live upstairs. Could you and your friend bring me up a sixer of Pabst Blue Ribbon? I can't leave the house, you know."
"GAHHHHHHHH!"
"Hahahaha, I really got you, didn't I? Hey, it's me, Dave! What are you guys up to?"
Even after you realize that it's just Dave, you're still freaked out. Like how did Dave know?!?
It was like that. Just look at these pictures, man! For about a second and a half I thought Jammie had a LiveJournal, had found my post, and was giving me shit. And even after I figured out what was happening, I was still scared like a little schoolchild.
"Gentle clown," my ass.
Did you ever have one of those funky coincidences where you're so freaked out that you clap your hands to the side of your head and scream "gahhhhh!"? It was like that. Let me give you a hypothetical example to illustrate what I'm talking about.
You and a friend are up late at night watching movies -- let's say, oh, River's Edge, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2, Blue Velvet, and Easy Rider. You might even be smoking some reefer or dropping some tabs, but that's up to you; I don't know you and your friend that well. All through the night, you are commenting on how great Dennis Hopper is in each movie. You even see parallels between his characters, such as Feck and Frank Booth. By the end of the night, you both have decided that Dennis Hopper is in fact the key to the universe.
The phone rings at 2 a.m. You pick it up.
"Hello?"
"Hi, this is Dennis Hopper. I live upstairs. Could you and your friend bring me up a sixer of Pabst Blue Ribbon? I can't leave the house, you know."
"GAHHHHHHHH!"
"Hahahaha, I really got you, didn't I? Hey, it's me, Dave! What are you guys up to?"
Even after you realize that it's just Dave, you're still freaked out. Like how did Dave know?!?
It was like that. Just look at these pictures, man! For about a second and a half I thought Jammie had a LiveJournal, had found my post, and was giving me shit. And even after I figured out what was happening, I was still scared like a little schoolchild.
"Gentle clown," my ass.
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Leatherface!
Date: 2002-10-03 01:21 pm (UTC)I went to high school with a guy named Leatherface. Well, I don't guess that was his NAME, but that's what we called him. :)