Sunday, July 01, 2007

Bombs Away!


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Since I was throwing my old couch away anyway, I told the movers they should just shove it from my fourth floor balcony rather than carry it down the stairs. It actually took some convincing - they were worried about hitting someone or tearing something up - but in the end, over it went. And it was fantastic.

4 comments:

Dan said...

F - this is the best blog EVA!

ShannanB said...

OMG. That is crazy. What person moving hasn't wanted to do that!

Anonymous said...

Sister Gina,
This was a valiant act of aggression against the man and his conventions. It reminds me of that movie, Office Space, where those boys beat up that printer.
Now that's a protest.
It also reminded me of the last time I was in Cincinnati. I was sleeping in front of Great American Ball Park. Some dude dressed in a baseball uniform with a giant baseball for a head grabs me and throws me onto Fort Washington Way.
I was pulled to safety by the guy with the dreadlocks who always plays the African drum outside the ballpark.
But the next time I see you Mr. Red, I'm sending you and sorry mascot ass packing like Jerry Narron.

Gina said...

Preach it, Rev!

Sista,
Gina