jesus and tequila
Feb. 3rd, 2003 04:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wickedfleaOh, Mr. Meter Maid, ye of gold tooth and Doral cigarette in your mouth, you did not have to laugh at me with your ugly face when I ran up to my car a minute and half after my meter expired and asked you to cut me a break. God will get you for that, punk.
Damn, that reminds me of a photo opportunity that I missed when I was at Columbia summer before last. Outside the elevator in the journalism building were several photos that someone had taken at one of those churches where people sing and dance in the aisles. One picture featured several people kneeling around a woman who had fainted and was sprawled out in the middle of the church floor. And some J-school wiseass had pasted up a cartoon bubble coming from the woman's mouth that read, "God killed me . . ."
Hmmm, I guess you had to be there. I swear it made me laugh every time I got on the elevator. I don't know why I didn't take a picture.
Damn, that reminds me of a photo opportunity that I missed when I was at Columbia summer before last. Outside the elevator in the journalism building were several photos that someone had taken at one of those churches where people sing and dance in the aisles. One picture featured several people kneeling around a woman who had fainted and was sprawled out in the middle of the church floor. And some J-school wiseass had pasted up a cartoon bubble coming from the woman's mouth that read, "God killed me . . ."
Hmmm, I guess you had to be there. I swear it made me laugh every time I got on the elevator. I don't know why I didn't take a picture.
