Archive for 2017

Those Wacky Home­less

Hobo: It’s not like I even mean to keep talk­ing. I don’t wan­na keep talk­ing. They fucked up when they start­ed mak­ing Taco Bell Dori­tos. They take away the mo­lasses! Why? Be­cause they know I like it. I smoked crack with the FBI. Has­ta la vista, nig­ger. Next time I see you, I’m gonna blow crack smoke in­to your head, you fuck­ing bitch.

–W Train

When Amy Does­n’t Un­der­stand Some­thing, She Faints

Co­lum­bia pro­fes­sor [hav­ing just ex­plained a rel­a­tive­ly sim­ple con­cept, turn­ing to girl in front]: Do you un­der­stand this?
Girl: Yes.
Pro­fes­sor: Good. Be­cause, you know, you’re re­al­ly the ca­nary in the coal mine for this class. If I can get you to get this, I’m set.

–Co­lum­bia Uni­ver­si­ty

Over­heard by: Bob­by