I am a wicked sweet flying deathly machine of lightning fire inside your pocket.
November 18, 2009
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(via nooxfordcomma)
Photographer: “Hey dude. Yeah, we’re doing a shoot later. I was wondering if you could pick up a few things on your way.”
Other person: “Sure, yeah, no problem. What do you need?”
Photographer: “Well, we’re actually gonna need a motel room, so you’ll need to book that…”
Other person: “Oh. Okay. Uh, what else?”
Photographer: “Really, the only other thing we need is a fox.”
Other person: “Sorry?”
Photographer: “Yeah, see, it’s one of those hipster photo deals, so we need a fox. We were going to use nothing but owls and triangles, but the owls shit all over the place and the triangles are gonna be too big for the room. So a fox it is.”
Other person: “Where the fuck am I going to get a fox?”
Photographer: “I dunno, man, maybe the woods or some shit. Get it done… I know you’ll come through. Listen, I gotta go drink some PBR out of this French chick’s ass, so I’ll just see you there, dude.”
Lol
