Manville of a Night
[Setting: Armen sitting at his desk typing away with the window cracked open to let in rain soaked, humid air. Outside window, in front of the entrance to his building, two young, durnk, love-brids begin singing "Build Me Up."]
Love Birds: [Off Key] "Build me up, buttercup, don't break my heart."
Armen: [Annoyed tone, yelling out the window] "Hey how about you let the Foundations do the singing huh?"
Male Love Bird: [Laughing for several seconds] Sorry man. [Continue laughing]
Armen: [Launches winamp, turns volume on computer up...tempted to double click on the song in question. At the last second, closes winamp, and returns to typing]
Love Birds: [Off Key] "Build me up, buttercup, don't break my heart."
Armen: [Annoyed tone, yelling out the window] "Hey how about you let the Foundations do the singing huh?"
Male Love Bird: [Laughing for several seconds] Sorry man. [Continue laughing]
Armen: [Launches winamp, turns volume on computer up...tempted to double click on the song in question. At the last second, closes winamp, and returns to typing]
posted by Armen Adzhemyan at 12:32 AM
1 Comments:
I think you've said something like that in my presence as well. Except that it was more along the lines of, "Hey, Tracy, why don't you let the real ballplayers do the managing?"
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