gotta get my 8
Every once in a while, the tranquility of the Stuytown night is shattered by the triumphant shrieks of joyous drunks. Usually I assume it's just NYU students or EJ, young kids out late catching a ride on New York City's never-ending train of stupidity. It doesn't bother me; I was one of those kids myself just a few years ago.
But tonight was creepy. Tonight, there was a maniacal laugh, just realistic enough to fall short of movie-villain caricature. It lasted for about twenty seconds, and I couldn't really tell if it was coming from outside the building or from another apartment. After the laugh, a voice yelled, "I killed them. I killed them all." Then it stopped. Probably just some drunk, but it was weird the way it just ended so fast.
Do you suppose it really makes a difference if you get 4 hours of sleep a night or 6 or the classic dose of 8? I bet it does. Kids need to sleep a certain amount for their intelligence to develop. I assume adults need a certain amount to allow their intelligence to operate at a normal level.
I get about 5 hours a night, meaning on most days I am dumber than you. But then there are nights like last night where my body and spirit give out and I collapse on the couch at like 10:30pm, wake up foggy-headed at like 3am and crawl into the bedroom for another 4 delicious hours. And on the days following those nights, I inevitably feel stronger than usual, full of great ideas and hope for mankind and I want to give silent lip-mimed high fives to everybody in town.
I dunno. I know that I had like four exciting ideas for verbungle posts today. Of course, I forgot the best one. It was good, too. The others look kind of sucky now that I think about them.
One was an open letter to a woman whom the narrator fell in love with on the grainy Shake Shack webcam. Or, better, an open letter to a woman he loved dearly before but lost, and then thought he recognized enjoying burgers and dogs and early spring hugs with another dude on the grainy Shake Shack webcam. Somebody else wanna tackle that one? I'm too tired. Fifty points to whoever attempts it and composes at least two legitimate paragraphs.
Another idea was celebrity non-lookalikes. This might be an example:
Rita Hayworth and Idi Amin:
I dunno. That might be of limited comedic impact. Definitely not as good as Joe M.'s "Retro and Wrong" throwback jerseys (Greg Luzinksi Portland Trail Blazers, Darryl Dawkins Hartford Whalers, etc.).
Good job on the AnnoyPackerdat answers. Points will be awarded except for those that duplicated answers already on the original list.
Can it really only be 73 days until my moustache? We should think of a name for him. A real name like "Teddy" or a more descriptive name like "The Lonesome Farmer" or "The Cross-Face Expressway." 5 points per submission, max three submissions per person.
Sounds like evan may have secured the softball field. If that proves to be true, he will go down as the only man in the history of sports to win an MVP award before a single game is played.
But tonight was creepy. Tonight, there was a maniacal laugh, just realistic enough to fall short of movie-villain caricature. It lasted for about twenty seconds, and I couldn't really tell if it was coming from outside the building or from another apartment. After the laugh, a voice yelled, "I killed them. I killed them all." Then it stopped. Probably just some drunk, but it was weird the way it just ended so fast.
Do you suppose it really makes a difference if you get 4 hours of sleep a night or 6 or the classic dose of 8? I bet it does. Kids need to sleep a certain amount for their intelligence to develop. I assume adults need a certain amount to allow their intelligence to operate at a normal level.
I get about 5 hours a night, meaning on most days I am dumber than you. But then there are nights like last night where my body and spirit give out and I collapse on the couch at like 10:30pm, wake up foggy-headed at like 3am and crawl into the bedroom for another 4 delicious hours. And on the days following those nights, I inevitably feel stronger than usual, full of great ideas and hope for mankind and I want to give silent lip-mimed high fives to everybody in town.
I dunno. I know that I had like four exciting ideas for verbungle posts today. Of course, I forgot the best one. It was good, too. The others look kind of sucky now that I think about them.
One was an open letter to a woman whom the narrator fell in love with on the grainy Shake Shack webcam. Or, better, an open letter to a woman he loved dearly before but lost, and then thought he recognized enjoying burgers and dogs and early spring hugs with another dude on the grainy Shake Shack webcam. Somebody else wanna tackle that one? I'm too tired. Fifty points to whoever attempts it and composes at least two legitimate paragraphs.
Another idea was celebrity non-lookalikes. This might be an example:
Rita Hayworth and Idi Amin:
I dunno. That might be of limited comedic impact. Definitely not as good as Joe M.'s "Retro and Wrong" throwback jerseys (Greg Luzinksi Portland Trail Blazers, Darryl Dawkins Hartford Whalers, etc.).
Good job on the AnnoyPackerdat answers. Points will be awarded except for those that duplicated answers already on the original list.
Can it really only be 73 days until my moustache? We should think of a name for him. A real name like "Teddy" or a more descriptive name like "The Lonesome Farmer" or "The Cross-Face Expressway." 5 points per submission, max three submissions per person.
Sounds like evan may have secured the softball field. If that proves to be true, he will go down as the only man in the history of sports to win an MVP award before a single game is played.
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