At a Thai Restaurant
Mena: Shhh. Listen. Doesn't that sound like Little Fluffy Clouds?
Ben: Um... Yeah.
Mena: You don't even know what I'm talking about!
Ben: Yeah I do. The song. It sounds like Little Fluffy Clouds.
I listen to the song being played in the restaurant. It's the kind of standard Thai melody that is heard in, well, Thai restaurants; of all the songs in the world, it's probably the one that sounds least like The Orb's Little Fluffy Clouds.
Mena: Do you really think the song currently playing sounds like Little Fluffy Clouds?
Ben: No.
Mena: Then why did you agree with me?
Ben: I don't know.
Mena: For the record, I was referring to the woman at the table behind you. She sounds just like Rickie Lee Jones and she's talking about rainbows.
Ben: Oh. I didn't hear her.
Mena: Whatever.
Walking home, ten blocks, uphill.
Mena: I don't get it!
Ben: What?
Mena: Why am I not losing any weight? We walk everywhere!
Ben: Well, where are we walking from now?
Mena: The European Food Market.
Ben: And what do you have in that plastic bag?
Mena: Beef Piroshkis. Point taken.
Watching televion, a 1-800-Collect commercial featuring Mr. T.
Mena: Do you think Mr. T's agent allows him to shave his head?
Ben: Doubt it.
Mena: Can't Mr. T ever go on a vacation from being Mr. T?
Ben: I fear he may be a bit typecasted.
Mena: Poor Mr. T.
Ben: I think he's fine.
Mena: I bet he pities the day he shaved that mohawk.
Mena: He "pities the day!" I didn't even intend to make that joke!
Ben: Yeah, that's some good stuff.
Love the vignettes! Your site rocks...thanks for the laughs!
Posted by: Charlie | May 30, 2002 at 10:35 PM
The quality of the "pities the day" joke is superb! It's cracker jack.
Posted by: Paul | May 31, 2002 at 05:38 AM
The Rock is another one in the vein of Mr. T. They both sometimes speak in the 3rd person, they're both larger than life beings surrounded by their own fabricated auras (I mean this in a good way...eek!) and not many would wish to be the enemy of either of them. I was driving to Madison last weekend and ended up behind a WWF coach bus headed for Green Bay. It was coverd in WWF advertising and whose image was on the back in gargantuan form but The Rock, himself...gesturing the same way that Morpheus did to Neo in the Jujitsu training scenes in The Matrix. See? All you have to do is mention Mr. T and look what you get?!
Posted by: kate | May 31, 2002 at 06:40 AM
heeeheehahahawahwaahwaw. Thanks for the chuckle.
Posted by: lisa | May 31, 2002 at 09:08 AM
You really should stop walking up that hill. I understand it's bad for you. And causes back sweat.
Posted by: Anil | May 31, 2002 at 10:36 AM
Get the F out!
That's the WWE now!
Posted by: Ryan Schroeder | May 31, 2002 at 07:39 PM
I once told my boyfriend, in all seriousness, that I'd sent something FedEx because I wanted to "be absolutely sure" that it would arrive on time.
Damn the commercial empire!
Posted by: Cindy | June 01, 2002 at 04:10 PM
I was at a Chinese restaurant and they had Disney music playing. Well, the tunes were of the Disney songs, but it wasn't necessarily the actual commercialized songs, but rather like someone played it on a keyboard with odd tuning. I remember the Aladdin song mostly, that magic carpet ride one. They played it three times while I was there. It was beautiful. Ha!
Posted by: Jenni | June 02, 2002 at 06:31 PM
They need to have a sitcom about you guys.
Mena & Ben.
Or maybe just,
Mena!
(ben would just have to be your wacky sidekick, er, straight man).
Posted by: Daniel Talsky | June 03, 2002 at 02:43 AM
I pity the day that I didn't look at your funny joke. hah. Glad i stopped by to catch the mr.t humor.
Posted by: echo | June 04, 2002 at 12:54 PM
Okay...you are cracking me up!
Posted by: Camille | June 04, 2002 at 06:34 PM