The weekly(-ish) series on famous and not-so-famous and should-darn-well-be-famous quotes continues with the words of a rum-soaked degenerate…
In the previous article of the series I mentioned a quote from Homer’s Iliad about the terrible aspects of beauty.
This week I’m returning to present times, using two quotes from a very dubious modern character.
The first one is his reply to the question:
You have five grand in your sweatpants?
I prefer to think of it as “three hookers and a Philly cheesesteak.”
Bearing in mind that a Philly cheesesteak costs anything between $7 to $50 (the latter if you’re ordering room service at the Chateaux) well, do the math and figure out the location for yourselves. Where do hookers cost $1500 a pop? Where could the Chateaux be, charging fifty bucks for a meat sandwich?
Quote number two is also a reply to a question of sorts. First the question
End of an era, eh (*name of character*)…?
And his reply:
Yep. From now on, no brother, no nephew. Just the sounds of the ocean punctuated by the soft voices of prostitutes lying about the enormity of my sexual organ.
Score! — or, like a philosopher once said: WTF?!
It doesn’t end there. The person asking the question goes:
You do know how to paint a picture.
And the degenerate’s comeback:
What can I say, I have the heart of a poet.
And the other’s closing statement:
Unfortunately the rest of you is a drunken scumbag.
He sure is. A drunken scumbag with the tendency to speak things as they are, without dressing them up, offending everyone around him.
Sadly we have hundreds, maybe thousands of people like him within a ten-mile radius at any given location.
I wish we had millions.
Check the next ITIWO post for the answer to this one’s quote.