I bought some aviator sunglasses. They have gold rims and are tinted green.

Jesse helped me pick them out.

mike d: How are these? (puts on green tinted, gold rimmed, aviators)
Jesse: perfect. buy those.
mike d: What about these? (removes aviators, puts on a different pair)
Jesse: those don’t even have gold rims. I won’t approve of anything without gold rims.
mike d: these? (removes #2, puts on #3)
Jesse: nothing can top that first pair. I don’t know why you keep trying on new glasses.
mike d: what about these? (repeats trial process)
Jesse: They don’t have any bling. You need rockstar glasses. You could wear the aviator’s on stage.

And that was that.

13 thoughts on “AVIATORS

  • 5/2/2006 at 8:47 am

    Why are there no pictures?

    That’s right.
    You can’t pull pictures off your camera.

  • 5/2/2006 at 8:50 am

    Actually, pictures work just fine. It’s video transferring that doesn’t seem to work. I’ll post a picture tomorrow of these very fine Aviators.

    They even look good just sitting on my desk, assuring my co-workers that the toned down Mike D they see on a daily basis may very well be hiding a rockstar underneath.

  • 5/2/2006 at 9:44 am

    What happened to your mouth? Did the Matrix get you?

  • 5/2/2006 at 10:55 am

    Whew…That was close. you got to watch out for the matrix….its a tricksy one

  • 5/2/2006 at 12:02 pm

    You didn’t tell them about the hot babe that totally wanted me at JC Penney

  • 5/2/2006 at 12:04 pm

    maybe he didn’t tell us about it, cause it DIDN”T HAPPEN!

  • 5/2/2006 at 12:07 pm

    This is funny, because the real story is sad and pathetic. See the Quickthoughts.

  • 5/2/2006 at 12:55 pm

    But you’re not wearing them around the office.

    What kind of rocker are you?


    I knew it.

  • 5/2/2006 at 1:00 pm

    I am shamed.

    I ache for the job where I can proudly wear these sunglasses 24/7.

  • 5/2/2006 at 6:50 pm

    [Interior – Police interrogation cell]

    Mike D: Yeah. Wow, that sound like a really good deal. But I think I got a better one. How about I give you the finger… and you give me my aviators.

    Agent Smith: Uh, Mr. DiDonato. You disappoint me.

    Mike D: You can’t scare me with this Gestapo crap. I know my rights. I want my sunglasses.

    Agent Smith: And tell me, Mr. DiDonato, what good is are sunglasses… if you cannot wear them…?

    Mike D tries to put the aviators on but they fall to the floor, BECAUSE SUDDENLY HE HAS NO EARS

    Agent Smith: You’re going to help us, Mr. DiDonato, whether you want to or not.


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