March 21st, 2007
“How the fuck ya get a mortadella from a fuckin’ roast beef?”
I’ve admitted before that I like to have conversations with myself on occasion, so it’s no surprise that I did so this evening while taking a shower. This time, however, I spiced it up with a few vocal impressions.
I do a great Tony Soprano:
“So then I fucked the bitch in the cunt… it was like fuckin’ a piece a apple pie.”
“So I told Vinny, I said, ‘Hey, go down to Junior’s Deli and get me a corn beef on rye.’ So the kid comes back, and he’s carryin’ a fuckin’ mortadella sandwich! I says to the kid, ‘How the fuck ya get a mortadella from a fuckin’ roast beef?’—So I shot him.”
My ability to ad lib is uncanny.
