vice jokes

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so i've spent the last ten or fifteen minutes reading the vice do and don't article that tripp linked to. this stuff is hilarious; nothing has struck me as wrong yet, though a few points questionable. it's almost as if i wrote it(so take that author of article, nothin original there). although i might not have made the an%% ##x reference about elf shoes. damn. but it was funny though, wasn't it??

regardless, i immediately thought back on this one guy i ran into in morocco. it was part of my pseudo having a relationship stage right near the end. this past june i think. so there's seven of us hanging out at this one apartment in midtown Rabat, waiting for some people to show up before we go to a big nice restaurant. that's the scene.

i sit there, knowing two of the people well, the rest only relatively well. number seven, the most recent arrival who showed up with other unattractive dood, sits down and immediately tells a joke. we laugh.

moroccan jokes often involve a decent amount of setting up, not always, and maybe it just seemed like a lot cuz i had to think harder to keep up with them as opposed to the normal witty banter. anyhow, he told the joke, we laugh. i was about to ask one of my friends a question when the guy launches right into the next joke. i wait. it's rude to interrupt or make noise when everyone's listening to a joke. cuz jokes were made to be listened to, apparently.

ten minutes later and i'm trying to remember what i was gonna ask my friend. the guy is still going. he waits about three seconds for people to laugh before moving on to the next joke. it's obnoxious. despite the fact that he's funny, he rushes into each joke. he doesn't even let us enjoy the laughing or post-joke commentary, no. he's got to rush uncomfortably through our laughter into the next bit because someone else might actually say something. anything. someone might look at someone else.

this lasts for over twenty minutes. when we got up to go, i accidentally yelled 'jesus christ' to my one friend who spoke decent english. that guy needed to be clubbed, even moreso because his own peoples were just sittin there not saying anything to stop the joke invasion.

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so i've added to this in the same evening - a first, just for the record.

i've been listening to a random mix of the tracks i was listening to in the past two months. place pietri. word. anyhow, a crash test dumbies track came on. damn it, i love that group. well, i only own the 'god shuffled his feet' album, and i love that. maybe they have more that i might not like. but i love that mess.

i also was a jungle dj before i disappeared.

i love the fact that random people that check this site(from whome i sometimes get messages) might be thinkin that i was a dj in some tropical place.

i think my love of music is mostly open. subject, of course, to personal tastes and peculiarities. like lionel richie. i'd punch a man that didn't like lionel richie and wanted to make a point of it. regardless, i was a jungle dj, as opposed to an acoustic guitar singer/songwriter mostly for the fact(sub-consciously, of course) that my business sense knew i had a better chance of getting gigs with an amen break rather than a tired power chord and whiny lyrics.

this addition to the post is more like an interesting conversatino i might have with friends, and not actually true. it could be true, but no one was here to argue the point with me. oh well.

peace