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Everything was as it was when I ventured to the local grocerarium for cheap sesame orange chicken and fried rice ($4.17 total after taxes and talking to the man who speaka verrry rittle engrish).
The sliding door wouldn't open for me, so I had to elbow check an elderly woman coming out of the exit door to get in. Apparently the entire neighbourhood decided to get delicious orange chicken today. But oh whats this? A large electric organ is sitting next to the payphone of doom. Perhaps the proximity to the payphone of doom will make this an organ of doom. No one seems to be manning it, and its filled with esoteric lights and levers that I'm sure I'll never figure out. I pull up the bench and press down on a key. doooooot. DOOOOOOOOOOOT. brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrn. I start in on the opening riff of Iron Maiden's "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" much to the amusement of the people in the chinese food line. INAGDADDADAVIDA BAYBAY! DON'T YOU KNOW THAT I'M LOVIN' YOUUUUUUUUU?! IN A GADDADAVIDDA HUNEYYYYYYYY! DONT' U NO THAT I'LL ALWAYS B TRU! Somewhere around seven minutes into the song, and just past the first very kickass organ solo, a faceless manager pulls me off of the bench and tells me to knock it off. I quickly ask him for a LaserDisc copy of Mr. Nanny or Suburban Commando and I hastily make my exit while he's still screaming about the acting ablility of Terry "Hulk" Hogan. I never did get my orange chicken... |
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| Posted by Supporter of Ham #2361 @ 2006-05-17 00:52:00 | |
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