Archive for September, 2009

Sometimes They Play Backup with Paperclip Castanets

Clarinet girl: I have, like, this fetish with office supplies, especially the electric stapler.
Friend: Oh my god! What?
Clarinet girl: Yeah, sometimes my roommate and I dance with it. And the boys above us creep at our window.
Friend: Oh… interesting.

http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/overheardinminneapolis/~3/272573283/something-about-this-doesnt-seem-right.html

Overheard by: Glad I don’t live near them… And glad I wasn’t stuck with either of them as a roommate.

Maybe Stop Voting Republican?

Guy: My mom hit my dad with a frying pan. He doesn’t have a cheek anymore. It’s been entirely restructured. She used to beat the shit out of him! It was so funny. But when he drunk–that’s when she’d get a beating.
Girl, sympathetically: Your family…
Guy: Oh, I love my family! I don’t know what I’d do without them!

Neptune City, New Jersey