ohmygod . . .
The Girls played (as a favor) at a church “block party” last night . . . part of some city-wide religious out-reach . . . thing. Anyway, this guy walks up to Michelle as we’re leading Mia back to our car to go home.
This guy: “I just wanted you to know that I go to this church, and my license plate is ‘80s DUDE,’ and I obviously thought you were great.”
Michelle (backing away): “Thanks.”
This guy (reading my shirt): “What’s . . . that . . . say . . ?”
Me: “Oh, it says, ‘Oh my god . . .’ “
This guy: “Uh . . . ha . . .” *walks off*
Michelle: “Probably not the most appropriate shirt to wear to this.”
Me: “You should’ve worn yours.”
I wear mine like three days a week. Fuck a bunch of haters. And… fuck CHURCH, man. Geez.
Posted by Erin on 07/22 at 11:20 PMIf you want to borrow my “God *was* my co-pilot, but we crashed in the mountains and I had to eat Him” T-shirt for the next one of these, lemme know.
Posted by Chris on 07/25 at 09:43 AMActually, I assumed that was the EXACT kind of occasion we were supposed to wear the shirts.
Posted by cw on 07/26 at 09:47 PMI wear my OMGIHU shirt everywhere.
Posted by styro on 08/01 at 02:13 PM
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