After going through my pictures from this weekend and remembering the things I said to people, I've finally come to the realization that I am absolutely ridiculous. Here are some of the happenings:
I was extremely fascinated by this guy's outfit. I couldn't believe he was seriously wearing it in public. The fedora, the blue and white striped linen pants, and that pink polo was even popped at one point. After a couple failed attempts at taking a sneaky picture, I walked by him said "HEY, SMILE, YOU'RE ON EB's CAMERA!" ...and quickly ran away. He tried asking questions, but he got no further information besides "INTERNET!"
Drunk goggles were in effect here. I SWORE this dude looked just like RGIII from the back, so I walked up to him, said a couple sweet-nothings, then asked for a picture. He had no idea I was making the damn-it's-not-RGIII face on the right, and when I told him to turn around for the second picture, I made him not ask any questions. I then skipped away and avoided him for the rest of the night. Why do people trust me?!
Now THIS was funny. The station is at Luckie's in Hampton on Saturday nights, and they had this and many other signs throughout the place. I needed to entertain myself, so I tried to find the most awkward couples and conveniently placed the sign above them. I said zero words, did everything I could not to make eye contact, and damn near got kicked out of the bar. [I hate using the "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM" line, but it had to be done to save my ass from security this time.]
So, basically, I'm pretty sure I'm a huge dbag these days, but I do crack myself up. [Which I guess makes me a bigger one....] It's just SO FUN to mess with people and leave them wondering "WTF just happened to me?!"
Oh... you got EB'd. Sorryboutchya.
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