Wednesday, November 12, 2003

Cell Phone Interuptus: Sully, the master of all things downtown, reports the following:

"So last night I'm out at ---------, and don't put that in your blog or the spot will be ruined, and I meet this girl. One thing leads to another, we're making out in the bathroom, and I feel this weird vibrating thing going on. It's her cell phone. She pulls a Paris and starts chatting with her friend, who is crying because she just got dumped. Killed the whole thing. Damn, yo."

Pulled a Paris. A new term is born.