Every Booth Needs A Cause
Wednesday, December 7, 2011 at 2:29AM Hello, one reader. I don’t know what fantastic accident landed you in this desolate corner of the interwebs, but welcome. You obviously found me on accident, since I know you weren’t intentionally searching for a blog written by a photo booth. Oh, did I forget to mention I’m a photo booth? Andy and Tim have asked me to write a few blog pieces for the web site. They said it would be a good outlet for me to express myself. Personally, I think that Tim ran out of places on the web site to cram the words “photo booth” over and over for Google to see.
To be perfectly frank, I don’t have much to write about, being a photo booth and all. Andy said I could write about anything. I suppose if one is given complete creative liberty, one might enjoy discussing his own interests and hobbies. Obviously, that brings me to the topic of wine. One of my greatest passions in life is wine. Red, or white, I just love me some fermented grape juice! Did you know that all grape juice is white, and wine gets its color from the grape peels? That’s how they make red Zinfandel and white Zinfandel from the same grape! Not that I would be caught dead drinking white Zinfandel. But I digress. I fear I may have already bored my one and only reader. Please don't leave.
Are you still reading? God, I hope so. If wine bores you, I could move on to a more universal topic. Such as the plight of the working man. This concerns me very deeply. How’s a man supposed to make a living with The Man holding you back all the time? Word. And since I’m a booth of action, I had to stand shoulder to handle with my brothers at Occupy UC Davis. See that guy in the picture below with the spray can? That’s The Man caught in the very act of holding me back. Andy was so furious at me because it took a whole pack of furniture wipes that he had just bought at Costco to clean all that pepper spray off of me. Whatever. It’s my life, bro. You don’t own me.

That cop only got upset because he kept yelling “sit down!” at me. I was all “with what knees?" But he didn’t listen. People will never understand what it’s like to go through life without a single bending piece in your body. Tim is reading this as I write it and he just yelled out “except Al Gore.” He's such a Neanderthal. I swear he was raised in a damp cave. He fails to consider, what if my one reader is a Democrat? I think Tim needs his own office. It always feels crowded in here when he’s around.
I fear my prattling has exhausted my one reader. Please tell me you will come back? I have many more adventures to tell you about. I promise I will keep Tim’s cave-dweller political views out of the next one. TTFN…
-The Booth
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