Speshisms
Tonight at Qoöl Spesh will play a *six hour* set (also known as a Spesh-a-thon). The really interesting stuff happens early, before the constraints of the raging dancefloor set in. A true feat of creativity combined with Heinekin fueled endurance. Brilliant.
Last year our friend Tyler Reed worked in the Loöq office for a couple months, and secretly typed into a document whenever Spesh uttered something uniquely Spesh-like. The man can certainly turn a phrase ...
Tyler (reading from the Looq contacts list): Check this out - this guy’s name is Damien Chicken.
Spesh: Yeah, he’s a distant relative of the Headless Horseman.
Tyler: This jpeg is the size of a personal pan pizza.
Spesh: As opposed to a personal pan flute.
“I think the hippie thing skips generations. Like baldness.”
“I’m busier than a one-armed pimp in a bitch slapping contest.”
“People trying to decide what event to buy tickets for on New Years Eve is like watching a bike race in a velodrome.”
Tyler: Check out my new backpack.
Spesh: You look like a suicide bomber.
JD: The computer backup is timed.
Spesh: Like a sprinkler system.
I'll leave out the more colorful lines (in order to protect the innocent).
Posted by Jondi at 10:52 AM
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