Funny Story 80s
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Jimmy Las Vegas , Canada, Funny Story
Al and Andre told me a story one night when we were sitting in the Midway Tavern about how they had spied on this family building a snowman when they were kids. The family was, like, really Norman Rockwell-traditional-holdiday-cheer kind of crap. they even took picure while they were building it and after when they were done, like it was a member of the family. There was even a dog there, for crying out loud.
Around 4pm when it started to get dark the family went in and....
Along come the Cloutier kids. They started bashing the snowman and doing all this bruce lee kung fu stuff to it, all the while shouting "DEATH TO THE EVIL ARCH-ENEMY, BANANAHEAD!!!" And this family was loooking out their window at them freaking the out!!! By the time the father came out, Bananahead was but bittersweet memory our intrepid heroes had gotten away....
Ok, now fast forward to Montreal, 1985. sit down for this one.
It's a saturday afternoon in December. The weather is nice; it's snowing those big, fluffy flakes like when the temperaure is around -5c. Al and I are walking downtown and we're near Place-des-Arts. On the other side of the street, in front of Complexe Desjardins, there's a camera crew from Pulse News filming someone talking holding a microphone. Al says, "hey, isn't that Brian Britt?" and I was all, like, "Yeah, that's him!"
The next thing I know, Al bends down and scoops up some snow. I copied him because that's what I always did. Meanwhile on the other side of the street, Brian Britt is still talking into his microphone, looking intently at the camera and probabaly saying "For Pulse News, this is Brian Britt. Back to you, Mitsu---" only to be cut off by Al shouting "DEATH TO THE ARCHENEMY BANANAHEAD!" as he wound up, followed by...the resounding WHAP!!! of a snowball to the head expertly aimed by the Duke of Groovydom followed in quick succession by three more rapid-fire WHAPS!!! as we unloaded our full complement of ammunition on our target. Brian Britt, reporter extraoridinaire, screamed, cursed and gave us the finger while we and assorted onlookers, bystanders, passersby, well-wishers and his cameraman laughed until our stomachs hurt.
And then we ran away.
Jimmy Las Vegas , Canada, Funny Story
Al and Andre told me a story one night when we were sitting in the Midway Tavern about how they had spied on this family building a snowman when they were kids. The family was, like, really Norman Rockwell-traditional-holdiday-cheer kind of crap. they even took picure while they were building it and after when they were done, like it was a member of the family. There was even a dog there, for crying out loud.
Around 4pm when it started to get dark the family went in and....
Along come the Cloutier kids. They started bashing the snowman and doing all this bruce lee kung fu stuff to it, all the while shouting "DEATH TO THE EVIL ARCH-ENEMY, BANANAHEAD!!!" And this family was loooking out their window at them freaking the out!!! By the time the father came out, Bananahead was but bittersweet memory our intrepid heroes had gotten away....
Ok, now fast forward to Montreal, 1985. sit down for this one.
It's a saturday afternoon in December. The weather is nice; it's snowing those big, fluffy flakes like when the temperaure is around -5c. Al and I are walking downtown and we're near Place-des-Arts. On the other side of the street, in front of Complexe Desjardins, there's a camera crew from Pulse News filming someone talking holding a microphone. Al says, "hey, isn't that Brian Britt?" and I was all, like, "Yeah, that's him!"
The next thing I know, Al bends down and scoops up some snow. I copied him because that's what I always did. Meanwhile on the other side of the street, Brian Britt is still talking into his microphone, looking intently at the camera and probabaly saying "For Pulse News, this is Brian Britt. Back to you, Mitsu---" only to be cut off by Al shouting "DEATH TO THE ARCHENEMY BANANAHEAD!" as he wound up, followed by...the resounding WHAP!!! of a snowball to the head expertly aimed by the Duke of Groovydom followed in quick succession by three more rapid-fire WHAPS!!! as we unloaded our full complement of ammunition on our target. Brian Britt, reporter extraoridinaire, screamed, cursed and gave us the finger while we and assorted onlookers, bystanders, passersby, well-wishers and his cameraman laughed until our stomachs hurt.
And then we ran away.
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