stop your messing around

just sitting here jamming to sublime's 40 oz. and before you start poking fun, shut up. it's an excellant record and perfect for keeping me moving during work. i needed a break from the indie/emo/whatever you call it world anyway. somtimes my ears just need some good old-fashioned ska/reggae.

so i was getting on the train on tuesday and there were three cops getting on with me. there was this poor guy who had just tipped back a 40 as they boarded. in standard play form here's what went down:

female cop: what do you have there?

fat cop #1: looks like he had the taste for one

fat cop #2: you'll be getting off with us!

40 drinker: where are you guys getting off?

fat cop #1: where are you getting off?!? you don't get to ask questions! we'll ask the questions!! (i know this sounds like a bad movie about nazis, but it's what he really said)

they then took him off and were interrogating him on the clark/division platform as my train pulled away.

where's jenn? where's our mixtape assignments? Speakin of the hero, when do you guys wanna go to the cubs game? you got a month preference? any other bloggers or blog readers out there wanna make the trip? they just might lose. but they'll probably lose. i guess i should work.