I met toby at Union Square Wednesday night. We like to watch the crazy bitches run around the dog park. (So cute). But the other day this happened. and it was odd. We did not come for these types of crazy bitches. There was no music and there they were dancing. I wish I had a better video of it. Oh well.
I see no video. No picture. Just some white noise. Probably because my computer is stupid.
DAMN! I wonder why. Let me investigate. It’s an AVI. maybe that is why. And I’m on a MAC. I will find out. That’s shame. Because I thought of you when I saw it. I thought you’d get a kick out of this.
my st00pid winNT box at work always crashes when i try to play anything that uses windoze media player (which conveniently means .AVIs)…
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MY LIFE HAS NO MEANING WITHOUT CRAZY BITCHES!
/me is now known as nifkins_crazy_bitch
I changed something… did that help?
Oh man. It’s not that great but I hate when things don’t work out.
Still not working for me. But that means nothing. You probably did it right.
Try dragging it to your computer. Just click on the link and drag it? Hell, then I’m giving up. I’m sure it’s me.
And really, it’s not that funny. :)
It worked when I used Quicktime. Okay. That IS funny. What the hell? They are SO practicing for their exotic dancing tryouts. Check out the one girl whipping her hair around. You should have waved dollar bills at them.
Have you ever been somewhere and seen someone do something and your imagination is making up the story but YOU REALLY want to know why that someone is actually doing what it is they are doing?
Well, if not. Don’t read any further… but
when I was filming the gals (I took three vids and that’s the best one) the woman next to me was staring. Just staring and sort of holding a look like, “What tha?! why is she?! what tha?”
And so I stopped and sat next to her and waited for toby. And she got up and left the bench. I think she thought I was a “mo” checkin out the dancing queens. And figured she was next.
Pervert lesbian hits Union Square with 30 second video camera! Lesbians so don’t like gals like that. COME ON!
(shutting up).
that story reminds me of the time I was on the train and was trying to surreptiously photograph an elderly woman reading the playbill to “Sexoholix.”
She was wise to me, though, and folded the playbill over and gave me a filthy look.
Oh, that’s too bad. I would have loved to see that Sexoholix picture. Real-life character study.