Comments on: I Spent A Month In Queens… http://www.clareified.com/2006/05/28/i-spent-a-month-in-queens/ More oddly. Less riveting. Sat, 22 Nov 2008 13:03:46 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.2 By: Chugarte http://www.clareified.com/2006/05/28/i-spent-a-month-in-queens/#comment-27242 Chugarte Wed, 03 Jan 2007 23:23:00 +0000 http://www.clareified.com/wp/?p=3045#comment-27242 Nice abbreviation the ellipses provide on that trackback. Nice abbreviation the ellipses provide on that trackback.

]]> By: Clareified » Blog Archive » Pass the sugar salt http://www.clareified.com/2006/05/28/i-spent-a-month-in-queens/#comment-27236 Clareified » Blog Archive » Pass the sugar salt Wed, 03 Jan 2007 22:40:39 +0000 http://www.clareified.com/wp/?p=3045#comment-27236 [...] Sometime last year, after Chugarte made him quite the December fool, Fisch thought to himself “yeah, he’s funny now. I wonder how funny he’ll be when he doesn’t have me to kick around anymore.” I imagine he used a Richard Nixon voice, but you know, I dunno, he was thinking to himself. He then asked Chugarte when his next show was and added “ok, Dawn and I are coming.” I looked up at the sound of my name. “What’s that now?” “We’re going to see Chugarte in concert.” “Uh…we are? When did we make these plans? Was I sober?” I don’t recall what the answers to these questions were, but I had evidently agreed. Of course, that was like 2006 and well, ask anyone, Fisch has a memory like a sieve. Or a strainer. Or a cylinder with no bottom. So, I doubted it was going to happen. Lo and behold, he actually ims me yesterday afternoon to make actual plans to go. I know. Be afraid. Be very afraid. That’s when I discover the most awesome part about this whole outing. It’s. In. Queens. You all know how I feel about Queens. (Click the link of course, but for the lazy or stupid, it’s about how I got lost in Queens for a week and half last Spring. You will laugh, you will cry, you will ask why on earth Dawn is going back to Queens.) “Oh, come on, Dawn! Queens is closer than Manhattan!” Nu uh. Queens is in the Midwest. It’s closer to Indiana. But fine, it was Chugarte. And Chugarte is very very funny. I hadn’t seen him perform since last year, so I agreed. And, since it worked so well on me, I Jedi mind tricked, F-train too. We planned to meet at my apartment. F-train arrived first with his furrowed brow of concern. “Dawn, do you know how to get to Queens?” I rolled my eyes and gave him the what-kind-of-idiot-do-you-think-I-am look as I showed him that I have looked up the directions and emailed to myself on my blackbe…uhh…wait…where are the directions…. Ap-Cray. I guess my balckberry doesn’t interpret the yahoo map formatting very well…so…d’oh. “Uh…well, good thing you asked,” I said in my well-I-guess-that’s-the-kind-of-idiot-that-I-am tone. We got the instructions, Fisch finally came and we were on our way. Fisch and F-train amused themselves by trading “oh my God and then Dawn did this totally stupid thing” stories, while I took turns flipping them off. They then prepared to laugh at my inability to park the car, but it was a right hand side spot and I had no trouble whatsoever…sasat. We got out of the car and found ourselves standing in a very residential neighborhood, with no idea where to go. “What’s the name of the place, Dawn” “I dunno…I just plugged the address in…” Fisch points to a blue neon sign and says “well, let’s try that building.” We are about to head in that direction, when a lady stops us. “You guys look lost.” “Uh…we’re looking for a comedy club,” I stammer. “No, it’s not. It’s probably a bar,” F-train corrects. The lady points us to a coffee shop in the across the street. “I think that’s where you’re going.” We get there and I ask this dude outside to take our picture. F-train deems this beneath him and tells Fisch to glare in the picture. Of course, F-train is a vain, vain man and when it comes right down to it, does not like ugly pictures of himself in the universe. So, while Fisch is scowling, F-train and I have pleasant smiles on our faces. “HEY! You said you were going to glare,” Fisch complains later as he scans through the pictures on my digital camera. “See, Fisch. This is why we don’t trust F-train. Lesson the first.” We went inside and discovered that when they say “free show” they mean “$7 show.” We said hi to Chugarte and he said that if no more comedians showed up, he would have an incredibly long set. Oh, would that were so. Would. That. Were. So. The MC opened the show with “welcome to what we’re calling ‘agents don’t come to astoria’ show” I laughed. Let me preface the rest of this post with this: the MC was hot. He can do no wrong. If he sat Indian style on the floor, running his hands through his hair. I would laugh. (Provided he was looking for laughter, otherwise, I would applaud. Or cry. You know, whatever, hot guy wanted.) So hot guy does an amazing set. Including a bit about how his mom was race neutral and would call her inner city high school students monkeys. Look, I mangled that joke. It was funny. He was hot. I punch you in the face. Oh, at the start of the show he did that things comedians do where they ask people what they do. “You can lie, if you want.” So Fisch did. “I’m a fireman.” Hot guy laughs in his face. “You can lie, but at least make it believeable.” Fisch admits he teaches the LSAT. I laugh and decide I love the hot guy. (Later in the car when we (and by we, I mean me) are mocking Fisch, I say “Fireman, dude? What are you four?” He then glumly says “yeah, but when I said that all the women in the room turned around to look at me. And then when I said I was a teacher, they looked away.) After hot guy comes this guy that looks just like Alceste. (He even made a joke about how if their was a Harry Potter rapist, he’d be collared. I did not mangle that one. He was terrible.) No one really laughed at his jokes and then he got all surly and yelled at the audience for not laughing. I kid you not, he said “that was a funny joke, you guys.” And then like stormed off. He then left with a suitcase a few minutes later. Of course, I would listen to that everyday and twice on Tuesdays if I enevr have to think about the woman that followed him. She made me want to jam sharp things in my ears and eyes, just for the relief of not hearing her whining anymore. Her best line came when she kinda got heckled by an audience member who said “I would never do anything so [dirty] I am a Southern Belle.” “Are you kidding me,” she replied “You girls show your boobs for plastic beads. Give me a break.” That I laughed at. But it was mostly dead silence for her set. The Hot guy came back out and said “Alright people. This is no longer a comedy show. It is a officially a battle. And you guys are winning.” I laughed and laughed. Then Chugarte came out and said (and yes, I will be doing my best to mangle all these lines, because then he will comment with all the corrections and I will get lots of comments.) “I’m glad the Michael Richards thing is fading from the news. I am so sick of talking about it. Geez, you know, people find out you’re a racist and suddenly it’s all they want to talk about.” HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA…see, it’s funny cause you thought he was gonna say comedian, but no, he then goes the other way. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH And then he said “all the coverage of Gerald Ford’s funeral reminded me that Ford was alive…which you know, two days after he died, is kinda sad.” (Oh, the hot guy had this joke where he said that people had packed the Apollo theater to see James Brown body. “So, there you have it…even dead, he’s the hardest working man in show biz.” I laughed.) Then Chugarte talked about having christmas dinner with the in laws and how he became very afraid of all the food once he tried the white cream and was told that it was sour cream mixed with whipped cream. “Dude. That’s just disgusting! What the hell…what else do they have? Here have a spoonful of sugar salt? you just must try the pepper and the coal shavings?” He then told some jokes I do not repeat here because they require my hands to be over my face and I need to stick my fingers in my ears. Oh, but before he told them, he asked this guy and this girl if they were a couple. The guy was all wishy washy about it and Chugarte was like “whatever, for the purposes of the next minute. You are.” Then he spots another guy and girl and says “hold on…are you guys a couple, cause then this can be salvaged.” They say that they are and Chugarte says “ok, fake couple you’re out. Real couple, you’re in.” HAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAh He then says that this year when the kid’s came trick or treating he saw the best costume ever. “A little boy about six, was dressed as Superman, but his bucket for candy was a Spiderman head. The effect was really cool. It’s like put the candy in Spiderman’s head or else you’re next. Superman don’t play.” Ok, and then Charles finishes and we all want to die again. I mean there are a couple of one liners here and there: I saw someone reading sheet music on the subway and I was like “buy an ipod, loser” I really need to stop correcting people’s grammar…at funeral’s. The best thing about growing up in Syracuse is that whereever else you go for the rest of your life, you’ll be impressed. And then of course, whatever else the hot guy said. Seriously, by the end he asked me to come to all his shows or to marry him, I can’t remember. Then a fourteen year old kid goes on…except he looks eight…and sounds forty. I gotta tell ya, there is nothing so depressing as a little boy trying be grown. He had all the mannerisms of these comics around him and told all these raunchy jokes about “pulling out too early” and getting a girl an abortion for christmas and it just made me sad. Where’re his parents? Jesus, get that kid a baseball glove and some sun. He doesn’t need to know that life is disppointing quite this early. We hung out with Chugarte for a bit and he agreed to let me follow him back to Brooklyn, lest I have to rent an apartment in Queens and relocate. As we head home, Fisch says he really liked the Christmas dinner joke, but thought it needed to end with something funnier than coal shavings. “What coal shavings? I thought he said shaving cream.” “No, coal shavings and pepper.” For some reason I find that the funniest thing in the world and just lose it. (I am laughing like a lunatic even as I write this. ahahahahahahhahaa) Fisch gets worried when I don’t stop laughing and the car begins to swerve. “Stop laughing, Dawn. Drive safely!” F-train was nonplussed. “Fisch, I accepted long ago that I take my life in my hands when I get in this car.” I was too busy trying to control the car while laughing to give him the finger. Ah, good times. Good times. Coal shavings and pepper. AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH [...] [...] Sometime last year, after Chugarte made him quite the December fool, Fisch thought to himself “yeah, he’s funny now. I wonder how funny he’ll be when he doesn’t have me to kick around anymore.” I imagine he used a Richard Nixon voice, but you know, I dunno, he was thinking to himself. He then asked Chugarte when his next show was and added “ok, Dawn and I are coming.” I looked up at the sound of my name. “What’s that now?” “We’re going to see Chugarte in concert.” “Uh…we are? When did we make these plans? Was I sober?” I don’t recall what the answers to these questions were, but I had evidently agreed. Of course, that was like 2006 and well, ask anyone, Fisch has a memory like a sieve. Or a strainer. Or a cylinder with no bottom. So, I doubted it was going to happen. Lo and behold, he actually ims me yesterday afternoon to make actual plans to go. I know. Be afraid. Be very afraid. That’s when I discover the most awesome part about this whole outing. It’s. In. Queens. You all know how I feel about Queens. (Click the link of course, but for the lazy or stupid, it’s about how I got lost in Queens for a week and half last Spring. You will laugh, you will cry, you will ask why on earth Dawn is going back to Queens.) “Oh, come on, Dawn! Queens is closer than Manhattan!” Nu uh. Queens is in the Midwest. It’s closer to Indiana. But fine, it was Chugarte. And Chugarte is very very funny. I hadn’t seen him perform since last year, so I agreed. And, since it worked so well on me, I Jedi mind tricked, F-train too. We planned to meet at my apartment. F-train arrived first with his furrowed brow of concern. “Dawn, do you know how to get to Queens?” I rolled my eyes and gave him the what-kind-of-idiot-do-you-think-I-am look as I showed him that I have looked up the directions and emailed to myself on my blackbe…uhh…wait…where are the directions…. Ap-Cray. I guess my balckberry doesn’t interpret the yahoo map formatting very well…so…d’oh. “Uh…well, good thing you asked,” I said in my well-I-guess-that’s-the-kind-of-idiot-that-I-am tone. We got the instructions, Fisch finally came and we were on our way. Fisch and F-train amused themselves by trading “oh my God and then Dawn did this totally stupid thing” stories, while I took turns flipping them off. They then prepared to laugh at my inability to park the car, but it was a right hand side spot and I had no trouble whatsoever…sasat. We got out of the car and found ourselves standing in a very residential neighborhood, with no idea where to go. “What’s the name of the place, Dawn” “I dunno…I just plugged the address in…” Fisch points to a blue neon sign and says “well, let’s try that building.” We are about to head in that direction, when a lady stops us. “You guys look lost.” “Uh…we’re looking for a comedy club,” I stammer. “No, it’s not. It’s probably a bar,” F-train corrects. The lady points us to a coffee shop in the across the street. “I think that’s where you’re going.” We get there and I ask this dude outside to take our picture. F-train deems this beneath him and tells Fisch to glare in the picture. Of course, F-train is a vain, vain man and when it comes right down to it, does not like ugly pictures of himself in the universe. So, while Fisch is scowling, F-train and I have pleasant smiles on our faces. “HEY! You said you were going to glare,” Fisch complains later as he scans through the pictures on my digital camera. “See, Fisch. This is why we don’t trust F-train. Lesson the first.” We went inside and discovered that when they say “free show” they mean “$7 show.” We said hi to Chugarte and he said that if no more comedians showed up, he would have an incredibly long set. Oh, would that were so. Would. That. Were. So. The MC opened the show with “welcome to what we’re calling ‘agents don’t come to astoria’ show” I laughed. Let me preface the rest of this post with this: the MC was hot. He can do no wrong. If he sat Indian style on the floor, running his hands through his hair. I would laugh. (Provided he was looking for laughter, otherwise, I would applaud. Or cry. You know, whatever, hot guy wanted.) So hot guy does an amazing set. Including a bit about how his mom was race neutral and would call her inner city high school students monkeys. Look, I mangled that joke. It was funny. He was hot. I punch you in the face. Oh, at the start of the show he did that things comedians do where they ask people what they do. “You can lie, if you want.” So Fisch did. “I’m a fireman.” Hot guy laughs in his face. “You can lie, but at least make it believeable.” Fisch admits he teaches the LSAT. I laugh and decide I love the hot guy. (Later in the car when we (and by we, I mean me) are mocking Fisch, I say “Fireman, dude? What are you four?” He then glumly says “yeah, but when I said that all the women in the room turned around to look at me. And then when I said I was a teacher, they looked away.) After hot guy comes this guy that looks just like Alceste. (He even made a joke about how if their was a Harry Potter rapist, he’d be collared. I did not mangle that one. He was terrible.) No one really laughed at his jokes and then he got all surly and yelled at the audience for not laughing. I kid you not, he said “that was a funny joke, you guys.” And then like stormed off. He then left with a suitcase a few minutes later. Of course, I would listen to that everyday and twice on Tuesdays if I enevr have to think about the woman that followed him. She made me want to jam sharp things in my ears and eyes, just for the relief of not hearing her whining anymore. Her best line came when she kinda got heckled by an audience member who said “I would never do anything so [dirty] I am a Southern Belle.” “Are you kidding me,” she replied “You girls show your boobs for plastic beads. Give me a break.” That I laughed at. But it was mostly dead silence for her set. The Hot guy came back out and said “Alright people. This is no longer a comedy show. It is a officially a battle. And you guys are winning.” I laughed and laughed. Then Chugarte came out and said (and yes, I will be doing my best to mangle all these lines, because then he will comment with all the corrections and I will get lots of comments.) “I’m glad the Michael Richards thing is fading from the news. I am so sick of talking about it. Geez, you know, people find out you’re a racist and suddenly it’s all they want to talk about.” HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA…see, it’s funny cause you thought he was gonna say comedian, but no, he then goes the other way. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH And then he said “all the coverage of Gerald Ford’s funeral reminded me that Ford was alive…which you know, two days after he died, is kinda sad.” (Oh, the hot guy had this joke where he said that people had packed the Apollo theater to see James Brown body. “So, there you have it…even dead, he’s the hardest working man in show biz.” I laughed.) Then Chugarte talked about having christmas dinner with the in laws and how he became very afraid of all the food once he tried the white cream and was told that it was sour cream mixed with whipped cream. “Dude. That’s just disgusting! What the hell…what else do they have? Here have a spoonful of sugar salt? you just must try the pepper and the coal shavings?” He then told some jokes I do not repeat here because they require my hands to be over my face and I need to stick my fingers in my ears. Oh, but before he told them, he asked this guy and this girl if they were a couple. The guy was all wishy washy about it and Chugarte was like “whatever, for the purposes of the next minute. You are.” Then he spots another guy and girl and says “hold on…are you guys a couple, cause then this can be salvaged.” They say that they are and Chugarte says “ok, fake couple you’re out. Real couple, you’re in.” HAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAh He then says that this year when the kid’s came trick or treating he saw the best costume ever. “A little boy about six, was dressed as Superman, but his bucket for candy was a Spiderman head. The effect was really cool. It’s like put the candy in Spiderman’s head or else you’re next. Superman don’t play.” Ok, and then Charles finishes and we all want to die again. I mean there are a couple of one liners here and there: I saw someone reading sheet music on the subway and I was like “buy an ipod, loser” I really need to stop correcting people’s grammar…at funeral’s. The best thing about growing up in Syracuse is that whereever else you go for the rest of your life, you’ll be impressed. And then of course, whatever else the hot guy said. Seriously, by the end he asked me to come to all his shows or to marry him, I can’t remember. Then a fourteen year old kid goes on…except he looks eight…and sounds forty. I gotta tell ya, there is nothing so depressing as a little boy trying be grown. He had all the mannerisms of these comics around him and told all these raunchy jokes about “pulling out too early” and getting a girl an abortion for christmas and it just made me sad. Where’re his parents? Jesus, get that kid a baseball glove and some sun. He doesn’t need to know that life is disppointing quite this early. We hung out with Chugarte for a bit and he agreed to let me follow him back to Brooklyn, lest I have to rent an apartment in Queens and relocate. As we head home, Fisch says he really liked the Christmas dinner joke, but thought it needed to end with something funnier than coal shavings. “What coal shavings? I thought he said shaving cream.” “No, coal shavings and pepper.” For some reason I find that the funniest thing in the world and just lose it. (I am laughing like a lunatic even as I write this. ahahahahahahhahaa) Fisch gets worried when I don’t stop laughing and the car begins to swerve. “Stop laughing, Dawn. Drive safely!” F-train was nonplussed. “Fisch, I accepted long ago that I take my life in my hands when I get in this car.” I was too busy trying to control the car while laughing to give him the finger. Ah, good times. Good times. Coal shavings and pepper. AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH [...]

]]> By: Alceste http://www.clareified.com/2006/05/28/i-spent-a-month-in-queens/#comment-7099 Alceste Thu, 01 Jun 2006 01:07:52 +0000 http://www.clareified.com/wp/?p=3045#comment-7099 Dude, you've been taking too many ferries, the 33rd St. takes the Hoboken detour. Hop on the train with "WTC" on its side and you're in Manhattan in six minutes. and Pearatty, most of the PATH stations are much better - Exchange place, however, has some severe water damage and the stench of mildew fills the air... Dude, you’ve been taking too many ferries, the 33rd St. takes the Hoboken detour. Hop on the train with “WTC” on its side and you’re in Manhattan in six minutes.

and Pearatty, most of the PATH stations are much better - Exchange place, however, has some severe water damage and the stench of mildew fills the air…

]]> By: Dawn Summers http://www.clareified.com/2006/05/28/i-spent-a-month-in-queens/#comment-7098 Dawn Summers Wed, 31 May 2006 23:44:33 +0000 http://www.clareified.com/wp/?p=3045#comment-7098 :) :)

]]> By: toby http://www.clareified.com/2006/05/28/i-spent-a-month-in-queens/#comment-7097 toby Wed, 31 May 2006 23:07:38 +0000 http://www.clareified.com/wp/?p=3045#comment-7097 If you looked at the right map, Dawn, the one that shows after-hours (ie, though Hoboken) you would have realized that Hoboken WAS a stop. Silly New Yorker, everyone knows the WTC train cuts 20-minutes off the trek in the middle of the night. If you looked at the right map, Dawn, the one that shows after-hours (ie, though Hoboken) you would have realized that Hoboken WAS a stop. Silly New Yorker, everyone knows the WTC train cuts 20-minutes off the trek in the middle of the night.

]]> By: Dawn Summers http://www.clareified.com/2006/05/28/i-spent-a-month-in-queens/#comment-7096 Dawn Summers Wed, 31 May 2006 22:38:43 +0000 http://www.clareified.com/wp/?p=3045#comment-7096 Jersey. Jersey.

]]> By: Pearatty http://www.clareified.com/2006/05/28/i-spent-a-month-in-queens/#comment-7095 Pearatty Wed, 31 May 2006 22:33:52 +0000 http://www.clareified.com/wp/?p=3045#comment-7095 The worst part about the Path is the smell of the stations in Jersy City. That is just the worst smell ever. What is it? The worst part about the Path is the smell of the stations in Jersy City. That is just the worst smell ever. What is it?

]]> By: Dawn Summers http://www.clareified.com/2006/05/28/i-spent-a-month-in-queens/#comment-7094 Dawn Summers Wed, 31 May 2006 21:51:53 +0000 http://www.clareified.com/wp/?p=3045#comment-7094 Bravo. And now if they'd only go to the right stops, you'd have the whole package! Bravo. And now if they’d only go to the right stops, you’d have the whole package!

]]> By: toby http://www.clareified.com/2006/05/28/i-spent-a-month-in-queens/#comment-7093 toby Wed, 31 May 2006 19:21:32 +0000 http://www.clareified.com/wp/?p=3045#comment-7093 Hey, watch it with the Path! Our trains actually have a "time table." Hey, watch it with the Path! Our trains actually have a “time table.”

]]> By: PAUL http://www.clareified.com/2006/05/28/i-spent-a-month-in-queens/#comment-7092 PAUL Tue, 30 May 2006 22:55:42 +0000 http://www.clareified.com/wp/?p=3045#comment-7092 Queens is all messed up with how they named their streets. It's so friggin confusing. What possessed them to name all the Ave's, St's, Rd's, ways, lanes and drives. All numbered similar and all near each other! I used to go to the Bohemian Beer Garden a couple years ago, back when if was kind of undiscovered by the rest of the City. It was a great place and there was never a line on the weekends. Last year they kept getting written about in nightlife articles and stuff and the secret got out. Now there is that megaline on the weekend! It sucks. I haven't been back since. Queens is all messed up with how they named their streets. It’s so friggin confusing. What possessed them to name all the Ave’s, St’s, Rd’s, ways, lanes and drives. All numbered similar and all near each other!

I used to go to the Bohemian Beer Garden a couple years ago, back when if was kind of undiscovered by the rest of the City. It was a great place and there was never a line on the weekends.
Last year they kept getting written about in nightlife articles and stuff and the secret got out. Now there is that megaline on the weekend! It sucks. I haven’t been back since.

]]> By: dawn summers http://www.clareified.com/2006/05/28/i-spent-a-month-in-queens/#comment-7091 dawn summers Tue, 30 May 2006 20:42:24 +0000 http://www.clareified.com/wp/?p=3045#comment-7091 Give it up alceste. Jersey sucks and you know it! You were probably trying to get on a train back to your apartment on the Upper East Side, but they kept diverting you deeper and deeper into Jersey until you finally gave up and just decided to stay in Jersey. Admit it! Give it up alceste. Jersey sucks and you know it! You were probably trying to get on a train back to your apartment on the Upper East Side, but they kept diverting you deeper and deeper into Jersey until you finally gave up and just decided to stay in Jersey.

Admit it!

]]> By: kaz http://www.clareified.com/2006/05/28/i-spent-a-month-in-queens/#comment-7090 kaz Tue, 30 May 2006 19:58:39 +0000 http://www.clareified.com/wp/?p=3045#comment-7090 "that's not a baby, it's a dog! a dog!!!" hahahahahahahaha “that’s not a baby, it’s a dog! a dog!!!”

hahahahahahahaha

]]> By: Alceste http://www.clareified.com/2006/05/28/i-spent-a-month-in-queens/#comment-7089 Alceste Tue, 30 May 2006 19:21:03 +0000 http://www.clareified.com/wp/?p=3045#comment-7089 Given that both you and Jordan ended up in Journal Square, I suspect the trains were running on only one track... (did you look to see which train you were boarding before you got on it?) Given that both you and Jordan ended up in Journal Square, I suspect the trains were running on only one track… (did you look to see which train you were boarding before you got on it?)

]]> By: Pearatty http://www.clareified.com/2006/05/28/i-spent-a-month-in-queens/#comment-7088 Pearatty Tue, 30 May 2006 07:53:52 +0000 http://www.clareified.com/wp/?p=3045#comment-7088 That was pretty funny. That was pretty funny.

]]> By: dawn summers http://www.clareified.com/2006/05/28/i-spent-a-month-in-queens/#comment-7087 dawn summers Mon, 29 May 2006 19:44:34 +0000 http://www.clareified.com/wp/?p=3045#comment-7087 i have never been drunk. i have never been drunk.

]]> By: F-Train http://www.clareified.com/2006/05/28/i-spent-a-month-in-queens/#comment-7086 F-Train Mon, 29 May 2006 18:11:04 +0000 http://www.clareified.com/wp/?p=3045#comment-7086 You're being highly uncharitable, dude. Drunk does not equal plastered. You have seen me plastered. Btw, "Seth" is called "Ben" by most people who aren't so drunk that they don't remember his name. You’re being highly uncharitable, dude. Drunk does not equal plastered. You have seen me plastered.

Btw, “Seth” is called “Ben” by most people who aren’t so drunk that they don’t remember his name.

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