Dave and Jorge Strike Again!
Kris is taking off for vacation, and rather than leaving everyone high and dry, she proposed to have a best of 2005 compilation. She wanted examples of what people thought their own best blog entries were. All we had to do was submit links and a short sentence or two describing the story.
I was thinking about one of the pieces I was going to submit, I was trying to remember the catchy name for New York. I consulted my number one source of info…
Jorge: Hey Dave.
Dave: Hey.
J: I’m stuck. I’m trying to remember what New York is the City of.
D: Huh?
J: Is New York the City of Lights?
D: No, I think Paris is the City of Lights.
J: Dammit. Well, if Paris is the City of Lights and Chicago is The Windy City, then what is New York?
D: The City of…[A few seconds…]…Hobos?
J: Totally blogging that.
It turns out it was The Big Apple that I was trying to remember*…
J: Wicked. This is why you are the man.
D: Yeah?
J: Not only did I get the information I was looking for, I also got a new entry.
D: This is true.
J: It’s like the goose that lays the golden eggs.
D: Uh…
J: Except you lay…[A few seconds…]…Hobos…
D: Don’t blog that.
J: I got nothing.
I’m still laughing at that first bit of conversation, though.
Funny Story
You need to do yourself a favour and read this story. My friend Shatton wrote it when he was in grade eight.
It’s funny on its own, but with the modern footnotes it’s even funnier!
* – I have been informed by Kris that New York is The City that Never Sleeps. Dave and I are wankers for not knowing this. Especially Dave.
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Barking Space 
I’m pretty sure there are laws in New York city about laying hobos… at least in public. That would be scandalous. And since no body sleeps in New York… you cant wait until the night to lay em either. They are always watching. ~sv~
I thought Las Vegas was The City That Never Sleeps. I’m confused, too, Jorge.
Drop and give me 20 ya bastard…. You walked by me today while I was trying to convert the flabby masses to a better life of fitness… You just walked by “Mr. Too Good to Exercise”….. Well I’ll show you…. Do you think I got these rock-hard washboard abs from eating at the food court sitting by one of those computer thingee’s all day….. And what do you have against hobos? Drop and give me another 20 you cheeky bastard! And by the way…. Isn’t Times Square called the Crossroads of the World? Or is that Istanbul, or is it Constantinople? You are making Shirtless Santa angry now….
Start spreading the news I’m leaving today I want to be a part of it, New York, New York These vagabond shoes Are longing to stray And make a brand new start of it New York, New York I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps To find I’m king of the hill, top of the heap These little town blues Are melting away I’ll make a brand new start of it In old New York If I can make it there I’ll make it anywhere It’s up to you, New York, New York. I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps To find I’m king of the hill, top of the heap These little town blues Are melting away I’ll make a brand new start of it In old New York If I can make it there I’ll make it anywhere It’s up to you, New York, New York.
That story by Shatton was hilarious! 🙂
Manhattan Kansas is the “Little Apple.” I’ve now lived in both the Big Apple and the Little Apple. tehehe