Intro for Jul 26, 2011
Dear Gossips,
Last year at Comic-Con two nerds got into a fight over a seat and one stabbed the other in the eye, um, with a pen. Violence is WRONG and it should not be funny and yes, you are reprimanding me for finding it funny. But... isn’t it? A little?
We didn’t think anything could top that...until our friend Mio went to the toilet. And watched as security came to find a dude who’d been in the stall with his pants off, over-stimulated by all the Slave Leias walking around, and needed a release. They threw him out for indecency. We subsequently learned that this happens a LOT. Like, you know, there’s not much of that that goes on in their regular lives, so once a year, they come to Comic-Con and half naked bitches are running around stroking their sci-fi fantasies and you can imagine, it becomes too much, they can’t help themselves.
It’s not unlike Vegas that way in San Diego for Comic-Con. There are a lot of kids, hired for their tits, standing on street corners dressed up like cartoons, passing out fliers and bringing on boners. Now, if you’re me, all you can fixate on is how this must smell, on top of the general ripeness that’s floating around from the herd. Now why am I the bad person for finding it unbearable?
Am back in Vancouver now for a quick two days counting down to the long weekend but not before wrapping up some final thoughts on Comic-Con and some of your requests too but wouldn’t it be nice if we could just watch Mimi all day and nothing else?
Yours in gossip,
Lainey