A conversation with 12-year-old Gary


old gary: Hi, 12-year-old Gary. Guess what we’re going to do someday?

12-year-old gary: You smell funny.

old gary: That’s right! We’re going to be a runner.

12-year-old gary: What does that mean?

old gary: We’re going to spend ridiculous amounts of money to run in circles for no good reason except that it’s fun.

12-year-old gary: I hate you, old gary.

old gary: But we get to stay up all night, play in the forest, sleep in the dirt, go without showering and eat all of the junk food we want.

12-year-old gary: Girls?

old gary: Scantily clad and sweaty.

12-year-old gary: Blood?

old gary: You can fall as many times as you want. No extra charge.

12-year-old gary: Beer?

old gary: Well, not legally. If you know what I mean.

12-year-old gary: Wow. I love you, old gary.

Hey, while you’re here, could you buy me a six-pack? I’m in training.

old gary: Sure. See you in a few decades …

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2 Responses to A conversation with 12-year-old Gary

  1. Moose says:

    what? no artist marrying perk in sight for 12 yo Gary? 😉

  2. Jenster! says:

    I dont know 12 year old Gary, but Old Gary is pretty darn cool.

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