Oh, you don’t know… I moved out and live in a room next to… What is it called… The Superbowl?!? yeah, can’t I see it from my back yard?
(But seriously, the roads are closed, its gonna be fun------i mean fubar)
Oh, you don’t know… I moved out and live in a room next to… What is it called… The Superbowl?!? yeah, can’t I see it from my back yard?
(But seriously, the roads are closed, its gonna be fun------i mean fubar)
Do I look like the kind of broad who knows where the superbowl is every year? Will you let us know if it’s fun or fubar? Don’t I wonder about the idea of being adjacent to history?
Can we hire those monkeys to write my dissertation for me?
is it about Shakespeare?
This isn’t actually where I live… But ain’t it close enough? (Yeah, doxx me all you anonymous spiders…)
No, but why can’t they branch out into history while they are banging away?
don’t you hope you get no drunk assholes on your lawn?
…aren’t I gonna go hunt for them? Instagram isn’t gonna populate itself, is it?
History really is just a bunch of monkeys banging*, innit?
(* - only one entenrde intended, why is your mind in the gutter?)
How many people wearing squid on their head can there be in one neighborhood?
Didn’t I imagine you’d be catering for them?
Braai, perhaps?
Do I need to stop my quest to write a history of the recording industry in the cold war, because you just solved all the history riddles?
Aren’t you a dirty boy?
Did I? Why would I do that? Doesn’t your original idea sound better?
I dunno, does it? Can I get a book deal with this idea? Can’t monkeys come up with something better?
Wait a sec… Can I actually help?
(I spent years in the Knight Library which has a great music section, and I could fly to libraries to be your… Intern? :D)
Wait wait wait… Did you accidentally give me a purpose in life?
Does it seem at all unfair or totally weird that when the handegg championship game was held in Detroit a few years ago, the security apparatus didn’t completely freak the fuck out like they are doing this year in your neighborhood?
As an unofficial spokesmonkey, may I say “no”?
Did you know that if you gave millions of monkeys keyboards and time it would mostly make a terrible monkey-poo covered mess nobody would want to deal with, and no Shakespeare?
https://web.archive.org/web/20040201230858/http://www.wired.com/news/culture/0,1284,58790,00.html