Tue 25 Oct 2005
Starbucks, Forbes and Shady, Squirrel Hill.
Late on a Saturday night, four drunken party girls enter and start ordering drinks and pastries:
Drunk Girl 1: No, no, I’m buying: I’m FEMA.
Drunk Girl 2: Oh yeah, FEMA!
All Four: [chanting to the tune of It’s your birthday] Go FEMA! Go FEMA!
Drunk Girl 3: [To barista] She’s FEMA. She’s an actual Hurricane Katrina victim. She lost her home and everything.
[Drunk Girl 1 hands barista a $100 bill (for about $11 worth of coffee and pastries) and looks at the cafe’s tip jars.]
Drunk Girl 1: I’m a Hurricane Katrina victim. Are these donations? You should just donate them directly to me.
[Drunk Friends start to thank Drunk Girl 1]
Drunk Girl 1: It’s cool, tonight’s on FEMA.
– Submitted by G
October 25th, 2005 at 12:42 pm
… wow…
October 25th, 2005 at 1:04 pm
sad, just sad. at the very least the dumbasses could have spent some money in carnegie or millvale, sharpsburg. they sell coffee too! FEMA, yeah right! brownie you did a heck of a job(me)
October 26th, 2005 at 1:54 am
That’s the funniest thing to make me cry ever.
October 26th, 2005 at 3:37 pm
Did you collapse-laugh?
October 27th, 2005 at 12:31 am
Close. I more collapsed inward toward my center. Like a dying star.