Kerry: “Am I allowed to tax tax increases? Because I’ve been running some numbers here, and I think I might be on to something…” update: “Well what about fish sandwiches and french fries, then? Can I at least double tax those?”
July 2004
Playing God
I could strike you dead right now if I wanted to, but I won’t. Because I’m a decent guy. Now go on and live your life. Go. Hurry up. Before I change my mind.
Scenes from my driveway, continued x 30
Deadbeat neighbor: “Where have you been the last few days?” Me: “Boston. At the convention.” Deadbeat neighbor: “What, like a comic book convention or something?” Me: “More or less, yeah.”
The John Kerry is a Hero poem
“I am the giver of life, champion to domesticated rodents thrown suddenly from small boats. “Would Bush blow air into a black rat’s mouth? Or would Licorice have died right there in the water, dreaming of one last piss on his woodchips…?”*
Separated at birth…?
Uncanny, isn’t it? **** h/t Dario see also: Jeff Jarvis and Steven Taylor (h/t Mark)
Separated at birth…?
Uncanny, isn’t it? **** h/t Dario see also: Jeff Jarvis and Steven Taylor (h/t Mark)
protein wisdom’s Democratic National Convention coverage, 15
Woke up under a pile of windbreakers and ponchos in the backseat of James Taylor’s tour bus at about 3 am EST, one of the Kerry daughters passed out nude in the aisle, Tipper Gore folded over JT’s lap like a fleshy pink topcoat. The bus was cruising through Connecticut on its way down to the Carolinas, the driver told me, so I begged out, and he was cool enough
protein wisdom’s Democratic National Convention coverage, 15
Woke up under a pile of windbreakers and ponchos in the backseat of James Taylor’s tour bus at about 3 am EST, one of the Kerry daughters passed out nude in the aisle, Tipper Gore folded over JT’s lap like a fleshy pink topcoat. The bus was cruising through Connecticut on its way down to the Carolinas, the driver told me, so I begged out, and he was cool enough
