Me: Hey, numbers — fuck you.
Numbers: What?
Me: You heard me. FUCK. YOU.
Numbers: I think you’re making a mistake.
Me: No mistake, buddy. I see what you’re trying to do. You think you’re pretty goddamn slick, huh?
Numbers: I, uh, I don’t think much at all. I’m really just a concept.
Me: Oh yeah? Well then how did a “concept” just butt in front of a whole line of people?
Numbers: I thought there was more than one line.
Me: Nope. We’re all waiting.
Numbers: Well, I’m sort of in a hurry.
Me: Ohhhh. Ok, yeah, the rest of us are just hanging out in a Duane Reade for FUN.
Numbers: (silent)
Me: Did you hear not me?
Numbers: (silent)
Me: Hello? What the matter? You busy counting something?
Numbers: Fuck you.
Please enjoy Morgan Phillip’s far more entertaining interview with a plastic bottlecap, and Glennis McMurray’s much more intelligent interview with herself.
I’m with ya on this. Numbers can be assholes too.
Is it possible to get a hold of the same sticky ass hydro chronic you smoked before you “had a conversation with numbers”? ;o)
I had similar conversations with ‘Numbers’ throughout my University statistics courses. Haven’t spoken to the bitch since graduation.
I still get on quite well with numbers. Fucker and me hung out last weekend and graded tests.
Found out Numbers was messing with my tax accountant. We’re through.