The Snippets are Filthy
Posted November 15th, 2006 by Nathan DeGraaf
Stacy: So what do you think is the best thing you write?
Me: They're called snippets.
Stacy: And pray tell, young poet, what are snippets?
Me: They're chunks of conversation that I take out of context and combine with other chunks of conversation to make sometimes coherent points.
Stacy: And how did you come across this art form?
Me: Excuse my tone, but I just met you, what do you give a fuck?
Ben: Nate, you always thinks everything's a scam.
Me: Dude, everything is a scam. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you'll grow up.
Ben: Dude, you haven't vacuumed your place in months. Don't talk to me about growing up.
Me: I'm out of vacuum bags.
Ben: Dude, you understand that you can replace stuff when you run out, right? I mean, it's not that difficult for a man of your means to drive to a fucking store and buy vacuum cleaner bags.
Stacy: Are you always this rude to women you've just met?
Me: I'm not being rude, I'm just curious. Why do you care what I write?
Stacy: Trust me, a woman can only put up with so much talk of sports, work and fantasy football leagues. It's so repetitive. It's nice to meet a man who really does something, even if he is a moody asshole.
Me: Five minutes, thirty seconds.
Stacy: Huh?
Me: That's how long it took for you to go from meeting me to calling me an asshole.
Stacy: Is that a long time for you?
Me: Kinda. But if it does happen, it's usually in the first ten minutes.
Stacy: You keep track of this, don't you?
Me: Loosely.
Me: Dude, there are many different types of vacuum cleaner bags. How am I supposed to know which one to get?
Ben: Uh, wait, I know this one. You fucking look at the existing bag and buy the same kind, genius.
Me: You make it sound so simple.
Ben: You make it sound so stupid.
Me: Basically, I always used to put chunks of conversations from my week into emails that I sent my friends and family. And well, my brother was in Afghanistan at the time, and he never had time to read a full email, and he emailed me once and told me that all he really read were the snippets, since he thought they were the funniest parts. And then I asked my family and frields if they thought they were the funniest parts, and almost everyone said yes. And so I started doing a weekly version of them on their own. And people seemed to like it.
Stacy: And now, it's a weekly feature on a website I've never heard of. Cheers.
Me: Cheers.
Stacy: To your health.
Me: They're called snippets.
Stacy: And pray tell, young poet, what are snippets?
Me: They're chunks of conversation that I take out of context and combine with other chunks of conversation to make sometimes coherent points.
Stacy: And how did you come across this art form?
Me: Excuse my tone, but I just met you, what do you give a fuck?
Ben: Nate, you always thinks everything's a scam.
Me: Dude, everything is a scam. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you'll grow up.
Ben: Dude, you haven't vacuumed your place in months. Don't talk to me about growing up.
Me: I'm out of vacuum bags.
Ben: Dude, you understand that you can replace stuff when you run out, right? I mean, it's not that difficult for a man of your means to drive to a fucking store and buy vacuum cleaner bags.
Stacy: Are you always this rude to women you've just met?
Me: I'm not being rude, I'm just curious. Why do you care what I write?
Stacy: Trust me, a woman can only put up with so much talk of sports, work and fantasy football leagues. It's so repetitive. It's nice to meet a man who really does something, even if he is a moody asshole.
Me: Five minutes, thirty seconds.
Stacy: Huh?
Me: That's how long it took for you to go from meeting me to calling me an asshole.
Stacy: Is that a long time for you?
Me: Kinda. But if it does happen, it's usually in the first ten minutes.
Stacy: You keep track of this, don't you?
Me: Loosely.
Me: Dude, there are many different types of vacuum cleaner bags. How am I supposed to know which one to get?
Ben: Uh, wait, I know this one. You fucking look at the existing bag and buy the same kind, genius.
Me: You make it sound so simple.
Ben: You make it sound so stupid.
Me: Basically, I always used to put chunks of conversations from my week into emails that I sent my friends and family. And well, my brother was in Afghanistan at the time, and he never had time to read a full email, and he emailed me once and told me that all he really read were the snippets, since he thought they were the funniest parts. And then I asked my family and frields if they thought they were the funniest parts, and almost everyone said yes. And so I started doing a weekly version of them on their own. And people seemed to like it.
Stacy: And now, it's a weekly feature on a website I've never heard of. Cheers.
Me: Cheers.
Stacy: To your health.
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13 Comments
So Nate, how much longer did it take you to get Stacy in bed?
I swear to God, hand on the Bible...that is, if I had a Bible handy...this shit fucking makes my Wednesday night, every damn week without fail...
I seriously heart snippets...is that wrong? If so I don't wanna be right!
Thanks Tyler and Annette.
Anonymous, that woman was married. And I was waiting on Stoner Chick when we talked. Wait, I've said too much. Anyway, my point is that I did not sleep with Stacy.
Nathan waiting on Stoner Chick (presumably in a bar). I hope that ended smoothly.
Nate: place you might want to visit (like the carnival) but living there would be hell.
and sure, you're great on paper, but you're all surface, no substance....
And anonymous, you are all umm... anonymous. No surface or substance.
Anonymous, I am actually all substance, no surface, which is why I'm so easy on the eyes. You can see straight through to the substance.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with Nates substance or your perceived lackthereof. He is hot and smart and fucking hysterical. What more could anyone ask for.
keep up the snippets papi, meanwhile where the hell is the book already?
haha Annette. You've never met Nate, have you?
Wait...waiting for Stoner Chick in a bar? I thought she was under 21.
Maybe I'm just not paying attention again.
Nope havent met him...but do I really need to. I have a feeling it would ruin him for me. Leave me to my romanticised ideals will ya.
i beat your record, i got a girl i didnt know to call me an asshole in four minutes today
still didnt get the phone number
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