Just a Gwai Lo fun within prescribed limits http://justagwailo.com/node/3194/atom/feed 2006-12-29T22:11:32-08:00 One Rib To Go http://justagwailo.com/filter/2004/01/22/one-rib 2004-01-22T18:49:24-08:00 2006-12-29T22:11:32-08:00 Richard Fine, I'll blog this too. Apparently bloggers, especially those who oppose President Bush's policies, and falling over themselves in horror that the President, instead of answering pool reporters' questions, insisted on having a meal. (Strikes me as consistent if nothing else: Bush thinks lowly of the press, and so, bloggers seem to be forgetting, do bloggers. And just because someone asks a question, that doesn't mean you have to answer it. Especially if you have disdain for the people asking the questions.)

Reading the transcript, I wonder if I'm the only one reminded the bit where the poor-lookin' guy comes to a rib fast-food restaurant in I'm Gonna Git You Sucka [wav]:

Rib Restaurant Owner: May I help you, sir?
Disheveled Customer: How much for a order a ribs?
Rib Restaurant Owner: Uh, two fifty.
Disheveled Customer: Two fifty? How many ribs do I get with that?
Rib Restaurant Owner: Uh, 'bout five.
Disheveled Customer: Five. So, I guess that's about fifty cents a rib, huh?
Rib Restaurant Owner: Yeah, 'bout.
Disheveled Customer: Let me get one.
Rib Restaurant Owner: Right on. One order!
Cook: One order o' ribs!
Disheveled Customer: No, no. No, no. One rib.
Rib Restaurant Owner: One rib.
Disheveled Customer: I sure am hungry.
Rib Restaurant Owner: Uh, make that one rib to go.
Cook: One rib?
Rib Restaurant Owner: One rib. What else?
Disheveled Customer: You got any soda?
Rib Restaurant Owner: One dollar.
Disheveled Customer: Aw, come on now, look out for a brother man, come on. Hey check this out, why don't you let me get a sip for fifteen cent?
Rib Restaurant Owner: My cups cost more than fifteen cents.
Disheveled Customer: Alright, fuck the cup, pour it in my hand for a dime.
Rib Restaurant Owner: Look, you greasy haired, Jeri Curl wearin'... pay me and get the hell outta my store!

Disheveled Customer [busts out a wad of bills]: You got change for a hundred?"

]]> Fine, I'll blog this too. Apparently bloggers, especially those who oppose President Bush's policies, and falling over themselves in horror that the President, instead of answering pool reporters' questions, insisted on having a meal. (Strikes me as consistent if nothing else: Bush thinks lowly of the press, and so, bloggers seem to be forgetting, do bloggers. And just because someone asks a question, that doesn't mean you have to answer it. Especially if you have disdain for the people asking the questions.)

Reading the transcript, I wonder if I'm the only one reminded the bit where the poor-lookin' guy comes to a rib fast-food restaurant in I'm Gonna Git You Sucka [wav]:

Rib Restaurant Owner: May I help you, sir?
Disheveled Customer: How much for a order a ribs?
Rib Restaurant Owner: Uh, two fifty.
Disheveled Customer: Two fifty? How many ribs do I get with that?
Rib Restaurant Owner: Uh, 'bout five.
Disheveled Customer: Five. So, I guess that's about fifty cents a rib, huh?
Rib Restaurant Owner: Yeah, 'bout.
Disheveled Customer: Let me get one.
Rib Restaurant Owner: Right on. One order!
Cook: One order o' ribs!
Disheveled Customer: No, no. No, no. One rib.
Rib Restaurant Owner: One rib.
Disheveled Customer: I sure am hungry.
Rib Restaurant Owner: Uh, make that one rib to go.
Cook: One rib?
Rib Restaurant Owner: One rib. What else?
Disheveled Customer: You got any soda?
Rib Restaurant Owner: One dollar.
Disheveled Customer: Aw, come on now, look out for a brother man, come on. Hey check this out, why don't you let me get a sip for fifteen cent?
Rib Restaurant Owner: My cups cost more than fifteen cents.
Disheveled Customer: Alright, fuck the cup, pour it in my hand for a dime.
Rib Restaurant Owner: Look, you greasy haired, Jeri Curl wearin'... pay me and get the hell outta my store!

Disheveled Customer [busts out a wad of bills]: You got change for a hundred?"

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