The skinny, barely adolescent, half-Chinese, half-Mexican temp from Seattle who’s sharing my office:
Him: Yeah, man. I can’t ever think of the words that I want to say, like, when I want to say them. And that’s why I’m not a rapper.
Me: …really? That’s the only thing standing between you and a rap career?
Him: Yeah, dawg.
Heh heh. And that’s why I’m not a writer.
pure comedy.
Keep in mind, this is also the same guy who’s obsessed with holistic medicine and is ona “testosterone-rich” diet. I kid you not. The guy is all over the place, which is why I love him. 😀