“Overheard” Mondays #7 (The “Late Folk Wave” Edition)
What happened was that in the whole mix of having to babysit 4 kids last week, the “Overheard” was postponed. I’m making up for it this week.
Every Artist Has His Own Medium
from Overheard in New YorkDrunk black guy #1: That’s when I started cooking with weed. The Jamaicans told me you can cook with it.
Drunk black guy #2: Yeah?
Drunk black guy #1: I made chicken soup with that shit. I had soupy chicken weed. I was high as fuck.
Drunk black guy #2: Yeah?
Drunk black woman: You ever had weed fishcakes? Weed fishcakes. I make that shit.
Drunk black guy #2: Fishcakes?
Drunk black woman: And pork fried weed.
Drunk black guy #1: I want to come to your parties. You creative.–4 Train
Overheard by: Unrelenting Monkey
Do you have weed chicken wings to go with that pork fried weed? And some weed hot sauce? And weed duck sauce? Okay, you can come to my house and cook.
At the “That’s What She Said” Quarterfinals
from Overheard at the BeachMid-twenties gal: (shows bottle of sunscreen) Hey, hon, will you cream me?
Mid-twenties guy: (snickers)
Mid-twenties gal: What? Oh, god. You’re sick.
(guy rubs the sunscreen on her back)
Mid-twenties guy: Can you get the rest yourself?
Mid-twenties gal: Yeah, I’ll just finish myself off.
Mid-twenties guy: (snickers)
Mid-twenties gal: Oh, shut-up!–St. Paul, Minnesota
If you didn’t see the sunscreen in his hand, you’d seriously think that she loves buttake so much that she creams herself. Ooh, damn. I’m sick!
The “Late Folk Wave” is what I describe people who come (un)fashionably late to family functions. We all have that kind of wave in our lives. You might not even know it.
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