remember how we would spend hours on end, hopped up on surge and mountain dew, just waiting for that one brief second of nirvana, where the scrambled station cleared up just enough to catch one breast? we lived for those moments. they were pure, they were life affirming. they were absolutley beautiful.
and then that fucker todd always had to pipe up and say something like “nu uh it wasn’t a boob it was a coaster” or something stupid like that and then we would have to debate the fucking thing until it wasn’t even about breasts or girls anymore but it was about how tom always waited until the double rounds of MKII to put his fucking quarter in and then we would have to go all the way back to the beginning and one of us would end up punching someone else and we would eventually wake up aaron’s mom and dirty and breathless and sniveling we would have difficulty explaining how it all started but she would be chain smoking and yelling too loud to hear us anyway.
I mean, we weren’t even her kids for crissakes.
