They Make a Great Team

Overheard one October eve in DC:

MS: Do you ever get the sense that we are a damn fine team?

GA: Sure.

MS: We’re like Simon and Garfunkel.

GA: I would have gone with Peaches and Herb, but whatever you say, Peaches.

MS: No man, seriously. We’re Simon and Garfunkel.

(Brief pause)

GA: Wait, does that make me Garfunkel in your little metaphor then?

MS: It’s an analogy.

GA: Oh, right. Still, you think I’m the Garfunkel, don’t you?

MS: Well, you are taller. . .

GA: Come on, he was a goon! I don’t want to be Garfunkel! With his yellow sponge cake head! Simon was the creative one. He was the one who played the sweet axe. What the hell did Garfunkel ever do, besides sing high pitches, and look like a tool?

MS: Yeah, but Garfunkel definitely pulled more chicks I bet. Think about it. He was the tall one, plus girls probably dug that awful hairstyle back in the day. He was definitely the ladies man, while Simon was more of the short dorky one. Bridge Over Troubled Water? Come on dude!

GA: I guess. . .

MS: You know I’m right. Garfunkel was the pimp! You are Garfunkel!

GA: You know what, I am Garfunkel! Damn right! Thanks, buddy. I needed that. Let’s hug it out.

MS: OK. . .

(Hugging it out)

MS: Hey, are you in the mood for yellow sponge cake now?

(Short pause)

GA: Yes. . . Jerk. . .

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