jennings rampage

Another Tuesday afternoon.

Put four d-bags into one apartment, and it won’t take long for the bits to fly. For the past few days, the order has been a terrible Bill Cosby impersonation. (The name of our building superintendent is Rudy. This can’t be helped.) Rudy. Theo. Ahmad Rashad. Jell-O pudding. Picture Pages. Temple University. My son was murdered.

But the big surprise is Dave Siegel’s impersonation skills. He doesn’t have a great Cosby, but he might be great at impersonating YOU. (If he knows you.)

Dave Siegel also owes me $5 because he bet me that there are people buried at Grant’s Tomb. (President Grant and his wife are entombed there. No one is buried.) And he’ll owe me $100 when he loses his bet that Bush won’t complete his term in office. (Zero percent chance the Democrats make any sounds anywhere close to impeachment when they’re going to have such an easy road of it in 2008 that not even John Kerry could blow it.) I’ll do him a favor and just collect $105 in 2009.

I’ve ducked babysitting my car for alternate side parking by moving it back and forth across the street to the unrestricted side for the past three days now. I believe this is how the pros do it, I believe I have defeated the system. In the summer and without a job, this is almost fun.

I met today with a recruiter about an awesome job I’d love to have, in case you were curious.

And then I found $20.