March 2008
4 posts
“Let’s plunge ourselves into the roar of time, the whirl of accident; may...”
– Goethe, Faust
To everything, a season.
(The subway doors open. A hobo enters, holding a bottle of Windex in one hand and a tube of toothpaste in the other.)
Hobo: Which is the better time to read Dostoyevsky? Winter?
(He sprays the Windex.)
Or Spring?
(He squeezes toothpaste out of the tube.)
Japanese girl: Spring!
Hobo: You are correct.
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Notorious B.I.G. vs. Joan Jett
