A Guy From 2003 Wakes Up Out Of A Coma
The last thing I remember was leaving that Rapture concert after drinking way too much Sparks. Man, that was such a good show. They’re gonna be huge. After using my Heelys to heel down the sidewalk, I guess I got hit by a brand new Hummer.
Good thing I’m awake now, though! I can see that great looking movie Phone Booth with that up-and-coming superstar Colin Farrell! Clearly, his star will never wane, and he has a long and fruitful career ahead of him. Same with that Mischa Barton, from that hit show The OC! She’s gonna be huge. Blonde hair, big eyes, what’s not to love? If I could predict who was going to be massively famous, between Mischa Barton and that Zooey Deschalouisvuitton girl from that recent movie Elf, I would pick Mischa any day of the week. Who the fuck likes brunette girls with bangs? That will never be a thing. Not ever. Nope.
Speaking of which, I should call my girlfriend. Can I use someone’s Motorola Razr? I need to leave a voicemail for my girlfriend on her landline. If it’s not a problem I could give someone $20 for a full tank of gas to go see her. Maybe I can use my Livejournal or Friendster account to update my friends on my status.
Wait, what year is it? 2013? How’d that Iraq War end? Last thing I heard we’d won. Oh, we’re still there? Ten years later? Why? No, really? Why? There weren’t any weapons of mass destruction? Really? What was the point of all that, then? I guess that whole thing was a lot like the Vietnam quagmire. Well, it’s a good thing that the careers of Britney Spears, Coldplay, 50 Cent, and Eminem are done. They HAVE to be over by now, don’t they? It’s been ten years and we haven’t been able to come up with anything better? Damn.
OK. Thanks for keeping me here. Anyone seen my chain wallet?”
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Dear Liam, I know who you are. I know what you want. If you’re looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have money, but what I do have is a very particular set of skills.
18. It helps if your cat can grow a mustache.
Meet him young, at a time when you’re not old enough to realize how precious he is.
By its very nature as a rigorous athletic sport, basketball discriminates in favor of the young.