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 thursday, june 21What Derek didn't see fit to mention about our Chuck Palahniuk adventure was "booger girl." A vacant seat beside us was briefly occupied by a woman who had a big, green booger peeking from her nose. I didn't quite hear that creepy music from Psycho, but almost. I thought about repeatedly rubbing my nostril as a subtle hint to initiate some sort of pavlovian response. What do you do? What do you do when someone has a field of greens stuck between their pearly whites or Punxsutawney Phil peeking from their proboscis? And to a much lesser extent, clothing tags? To tuck or not to tuck? Modern quandaries to be sure.
Tonight! Roll Your Own Blackout. "This simple action allows you to participate in a global protest of George W. Bush's energy and environmental policies! The rolling blackout is a time to turn off as much power as you can safely in your home during the hours of 7 p.m. and 10 p.m., no matter what your time zone is." Unemployed taco dog. "Who could forget the talking chihuahua that got dumped from the Taco Bell chain's ad campaign last summer?" James turns Adidas on it's head. "Do you remember the backwards version, 'Sex All Day In Donna's Apartment'? Try that with the other S words!!" Backwards! How could I have missed that? Paul is dead and the walrus is down an K-mart, shopping for a new toothbrush. Luke was kind enough to scan the three spreads from Shift. Frank Ramme, Self Portrait With Mustache. Yesterday? Juvenalia. |
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