I heard the rumors going around our little circle. Andrew’s been saying I’m pretentious. “But she’s fancy, she speaks other languages,” one of my supporters said. “Spanish? That’s for poor people” he replied. So today I confronted him. I looked at him straight in the eye while Dave and Rory opened the night’s session with a concept about lesbians from Vermont smuggling hot sauce to Canada and driving a Subaru (according to Rory, that’s the vehicle of choice for all your smuggling endeavors.) He trembled a little bit. “No, you’re not pretentious,” he said doing the “they caught me” smile and head shaking combo. “Are you sure?” “Yeah. You’re just really intimidating. I mean, your people killed a lot of our people with the towers’ stuff.” Another group got up to present ideas for Sriracha. The word “cock” was thrown in there, I casually said I called it “the cock sauce” before I even knew its name and everything after that was not important anymore. It’s week 8 at the Circus, that time when desperation starts taking over the last bits of sanity and shame left in us. Looking forward to week 11.
“You’re manure-isms are pretentious” #andrewisms