Jun 10, 2010 0
Precious moments.
A few days ago I was visiting friends in Toronto. We were hanging out in their apartment and it looked and sounded like there might be a lightening storm rolling in, so we walked down the three flights of stairs to sit on their front stoop — 227 style — to watch the storm. As we sat, the four of us noted that it really wasn’t raining, and the lightening was pretty far away, and this was a pretty lame storm to be sitting out and watching.
As we sat for a moment, wondering silently who would be the first to pipe up and say “let’s go play Mario Party”, a singular, beautiful moment occured. Off in the distance, about a half a block away, a voice rang out.
“TITS!
ASSCRACK!
BAAAAALLLS!
(huhuhuhuh)”
This became our greeting for the next two days. It was our “semper fi”. — Tits. Asscrack. Balls. and then laughter. Each separated by 1.5 seconds of pure zen silence. We hoped for one thing, but got something else that was even better. Like a Precious Moment that is impossible to immortalize in slipcast ceramic.
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