how did it come to this?
hall of shame
*drumrolls* its time forrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.........HALL OF SHAME. (haha im such an attention whore)
up this week is a group of individuals who caught the eye of our dearly beloved author at cafe cosmos on the 19th of november 2005 at 8(something)pm.
and here they are!
this is the very first group to be featured on the author's blog and they are so very proud to be all on it at once. says shaven bulky man in black tee, "oh yes, we do always try to be like that. its a part of our natures and we wont change being that for anything in the world. we're absolutely glad that we caught your eye and it just proves to us that our miserable existence isnt so miserable after all." indeed, they seem to lead miserable lives, playin UNO at 582 years of age at a dingy corner of some unknown bar whilst the world passes by around them.
and what, you may ask, are they so honourably on the hall of shame for?
for being the minority of the human species today who is incapable of applause! says mr hands(bodiless freak from right) "yes we are all actually members of the "hand disability club" and our hands do not have the function of clapping, appropriate time or not. but this is never a problem for us, for we are still able to hold our UNO cards well." well said, mr president! sobs miss engrossed at a corner over there, "i just didnt expect that being such an antisocial freak would bring me honour and glory! i..im just so proud to be ill mannered and oblivious to the wonderful music around me and play UNO like its the single most important thing in my pathetic little life! i..i..i....(at this point interviewee breaks down in a torrent of dirty, salty little tears).
*UNO card makers: i do not mean any harm.*
