Was ist los, Herr Schroeder? Haben Sie Ihre Vollmacht verloren? frisch hinzugef
June 13, 2004
June 13, 2004
Polling: the knock knock joke
Knock knock Who’s there? Former DC Mayor Marion Barry. No hookers here, sir. But you don’t understand — No Crack, either. Wait, I’m trying to tell you that I’m running for DC City Council — I have a gun. Go away.*
June 13, 2004
Revisionism (the Oliver Willis poem)
for Dawn W. Often, when scooping guacamole onto crispy corn tortilla chips, Oliver Willis wonders aloud: Had the pyramids been fashioned from Cool Ranch Doritos held firmly in place by creamed avocado paste, would Moses have bitched quite so much about his “people’s” so-called “predicament”…?
June 13, 2004
Then my dog says to me,
“Well, it’s your call Big Guy, but if it were me, I’d kill ’em dead. Like, with a gun and stuff.”* **** h/t LeatherPenguin
June 13, 2004
Of mice and (bureaucratic) men
Everything wrong with the current environmental movement is here, conveniently distilled into one remarkable story. h/t Beck related: when Druids attack (or, how I learned to stop worrying and love Birkenstocks).*
June 13, 2004
Brautigan, Revisited – an American love story
Chapter 18: Looking Glass Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9. Chapter 10. Chapter 11. Chapter 12. Chapter 13. Chapter 14. Chapter 15. Chapter 16. Chapter 17 “Sometimes it’s lonely being dead,” I said, sidling up beside her. I kissed the nape of her neck and wrapped my arms gently around her waist. She smelled of Boone’s Farm, strawberry.
June 13, 2004
Violets are Blue*
An east coaster by birth, I sure do miss this. I mean, mountains are great and all, but the surfing’s for shit. And the only decent crabs I’ve been able to find in Colorado come from a $35-a-throw party girl named “Kiki.” God bless her.