sasha my love & a pair of schlubs coming to blows
he knows what a girl needs.
please give me a tv, a remote,
a red dress, and your heart. thank you.
my best friend and i invested $22
to see borat: cultural learnings of america
for make benefit glorious nation of kazakhstan
with the saturday night masses at the multiplex.
watching the scene (below) with the humor coach
in a theater full of stangers, all laughing
until they couldn't breath anymore,
all laughing for different reasons,
or the same ones i don't really know,
was the most uncanny and postmodern experience
i've had since i watched my sim play the sims.
afterwards we headed to chevys
for a little fresh-mex
and some prickly pear margaritas,
where we happened to have the pleasure
of witnessing two very drunk and very middle aged men
get in something vaguely resembling a fistfight,
spitefully ripping off each other's caps,
clawing the air, and high kicking
to shame the very rockettes themselves.
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