I called TURBO yesterday to see if he wanted to go see Beowulf (Shut it- it looks cool and it's one of my favorite stories.) with me on Friday. Here is how the conversation went.
Me: Dude, do you want to go see Beowulf on Friday?
TURBO: What?
Me: You heard me. Do you want to go see Beowulf on Friday?
TURBO: The cartoon movie?
Me: It's not a cartoon.
TURBO: Yeah, it is. It's a cartoon. You want me to go on Friday? I can't do that. I'd be sittin' in my seat twitchin' like a possessed Pentecostal waiting to be saved by the snake charmer man. It's Friday I need to be sitting in a bar drinking beer. I can taste the sweet goodness already.
Me: Um OK. What do you know about possessed Pentecostals?
TURBO: I watch the Discovery channel and the GOD channel.
Me: Really? Does BIGE (TURBO's Dad) know about your viewing habits? It's not a cartoon. If Beowulf is a cartoon so is The 300 and I sat through that shit with you at the IMAX. If memory serves I paid for that outing.
TURBO: This is MORE cartoonish. I'll go to the Hawaiian Tropic Zone instead. The bikini ladies are gonna be there. We could get an eye full. Hey, you didn't pay for everything-I bought you a soda.
Me: You're such a hero.
TURBO: And a gentleman. What about the Zone?
Me: B-L-O-W M-E
TURBO: I'll take that as a yes. What time?
At that point I hung up the phone. All I can say is TURBO is complex man/child.
*I* am man enough to see Beowulf with you. If we get to throw popcorn and gummy bears at the screen, that is.
Posted by: Skirt | November 14, 2007 at 10:19 AM