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Jorge: Dude, sorry to hear about your site.
Dave: Yeah, it sucks.
Jorge: Can’t you recover your old template.
Dave: No, I sort of… had a copy and... was dumb and then I… I, um… hurm. No. Maybe. No.
Jorge: …
Dave:
Jorge: …
Dave: Hey, you’re Captain High Resolution. How does this template look on your screen?
Jorge: Bad.
Dave: Like how?
Jorge: I dunno. It’s like MYNAMEISDAVEMCLEANANDLOOKATMYWEBSITE!
Dave: The font’s a little big?
Jorge: It’s huge. Loud. It’s just… really loud.
Dave: Hmm.
Jorge: I mean, it’s all personal taste, but to me it… it looks like a little kid made it.
Dave: Yeah.
Jorge: Like a kid, like a four year-old kid made it. He actually drew the headings on the screen with crayons. It’s like a four-year old kid with a dump in his pants and a face full of melted chocolate (we hope) has marked up the screen. And he’s screaming. He’s screaming the text as it’s written. DAVE MCLEAN HAS A CONTAGIOUS SMILE, AN INFECTIOUS LAUGH! And he’s getting chocolate on the screen and you can smell the dump and it’s just awful, it’s just fucking awful.
Dave: …
Jorge: …
Dave: …
Jorge: …
Dave: So you don’t like.
Jorge: I actually don’t.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Wow.
That's pretty much word for word.

Is it just me, or do we sound like Tycho and Gabe?
Anonymous said…
That Jorge, he's got a way with words...

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