big ups to the bunnies
Last night: The Roots concert at the Warfield. Great show, by the way.
(walking to the Warfield, three or four blocks away from our car.)
Homeless guy #1: Ey man, you got any extra tickets?
Us: Nah. (walks on)
Homeless guy #2: You got some tickets?
Us: Nah. (walks on)Big Mike: Damn, there are hella people out here trying to get tickets to scalp.
Charlyn: How do they even know we’re going to see the Roots? We don’t look hip-hoppity, do we?
Ernie: After you just saying “hip-hoppity?” Uhm, no.(Charlyn pushes Ernie into oncoming traffic, killing him instantly)
Man, I think the last time I heard the phrase “hip-hoppity” was in my second-grade production of Peter Rabbit, the charming story of a realistic looking rabbit in a creepy blue cardigan sweater. Scared the shit out of me in the first grade.
