Q: How many Abu Ghraib prison guards does it take to screw in a lightbulb? A: Climb down off the Iraqi, Lynndie.
May 2004
A Poem from 1968, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (fourth in a series)
A Baseball Game Part 7 Baudelaire Michael Moore went to a baseball game and bought a [dozen] hot dog[s] and lit up a pipe of opium Hate America Dust™. The New York Yankees were playing the Detroit Tigers. In the fourth inning an angel France committed suicide by jumping off a low cloud. The angel France landed on second base, causing the whole infield to crack like a huge mirror.
Grimm shores up some existential details with Chief Rotzinger
Grimm: “And that’s right here, in area code 212…?”
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James at 15 (or, The Lance Kerwin Experience) My bologna has a first name, and it’s “Keith.” Nothing beats a hot-buttered biscuit — except maybe two hot-buttered biscuits! Brazenly flouting established due process rules since 1977 I find the duck to be the funniest of all God’s creatures. You? Dude, are those gummie worms? Sweeeeet! What the fuck is a “corn nut”? Piper Perabo Yam **** related in no way.
Words that just sound funny, #128: “abutment”
eg. “Is that your abutment?” “Yes, that abutment belongs to me.”
Words that just sound funny, #128: “abutment”
eg. “Is that your abutment?” “Yes, that abutment belongs to me.”
Finger probing the Miserabilist
Lileks thinks I should wait on the Hunter S. Thompson glasses. He withholds comment, however, on my repeated use of the phrase “that’s really freaky, man.” And before you ask, yes, of course he’s talking about me.
Milestones
Just watched my son roll over on his own for the very first time. Not surprisingly, he did so in pursuit of a stuffed monkey. Because who doesn’t like a stuffed monkey. Anyway, bravo, S*tch. You’ll be throwing a wicked slider and banging cheerleaders 4 at a pop in no time. Just like your old man used to. And yes, I think I’m going to cry now. update: Okay, now
