Max: The Philospohers
Here it is, the sequel to The Drummer.
The Philosophers
It began with physics and ended with comedians. They both sat in silence. Neither of them was quite sure what one subject had to do with the other. Nor were they sure how they managed to work them both into the same conversation. Maybe it was the day old joint or the fourteen year old beer, but this had beena thought provoking, mind-blowing discussion of German females.
Suddenly, Nick stopped and looked at the joint. "You know," he managed to gargle through the beer, "I bet the joint would be much more effective if we actually smoked it."
"Smoke it?!?" Stiv gargled back haughtilly (Stiv had the amazing ability to sound haughty even with a mouth full of well expired lager). "Only those with no sense of style actually smoke joints. People who are with it prefer a much more minimalist approach. Why, I know of a chap who doesn't even keep the joint in the same room with him."
"Well, can't we at least swallow the beer?"
Stiv chortled haughtily, shook his head and gargled at the same time. A trully stupendous and with it feat.
The Philosophers
It began with physics and ended with comedians. They both sat in silence. Neither of them was quite sure what one subject had to do with the other. Nor were they sure how they managed to work them both into the same conversation. Maybe it was the day old joint or the fourteen year old beer, but this had beena thought provoking, mind-blowing discussion of German females.
Suddenly, Nick stopped and looked at the joint. "You know," he managed to gargle through the beer, "I bet the joint would be much more effective if we actually smoked it."
"Smoke it?!?" Stiv gargled back haughtilly (Stiv had the amazing ability to sound haughty even with a mouth full of well expired lager). "Only those with no sense of style actually smoke joints. People who are with it prefer a much more minimalist approach. Why, I know of a chap who doesn't even keep the joint in the same room with him."
"Well, can't we at least swallow the beer?"
Stiv chortled haughtily, shook his head and gargled at the same time. A trully stupendous and with it feat.
posted by Max Dobberstein at 10/12/2005 01:16:00 PM
4 Comments:
Oh.
Dear.
God.
I think we had been watching WAY too much British TV and reading far too many Douglas Adams books. This is terrible. I remember it now. I think you actually wrote this up on your first laptop.
If I remember correctly, we had just had an odd conversation that warped between the two topics mentioned. We thought it was so funny that we just went with it and wrote this pice of dung.
Actually, bit of it are funny. This could be expanded into something much bigger. I wouldn't even call this a story - just a scene from a larger work.
We needed much help. I wish we had written more, we might not be famous now, but at least we could have looked back at more of these odd things.
Ah, I have caused you pain. My day has been well spent. ^_^
Okay, explain this one to me: why do characters in my stories always do huge amounts of drugs, booze and cigs? I do none of these things, why do I find writing about them so facinating?
You seem to have a taste for vicarious living.
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