“Ratso” Rizzo: “I’m walking here! I’m walking here!”
Confronted by the cold, steel materialism of post modernity, Enrico Salvatore Rizzo nevertheless con
Scenes from my driveway, continued x 10
Deadbeat neighbor: “So I read where this Kerry guy is gonna postpone his nomination.” Me: “Looks that way.” Deadbeat neighbor: “And it’s all about money, right?” Me: “It would seem so, yes.” Deadbeat neighbor: “Well, if he needs cash so bad, maybe he should just marry himself some super rich broad and use her money. That’s what I’d do.” Me: “I may have underestimated you, Deadbeat neighbor.”
Brautigan, Revisited – an American love story
Chapter 12: The Clean Underwear Fiasco Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9. Chapter 10. Chapter 11. One week late in April, Liz asked if I’d like to accompany her to Nova Scotia. “I’ve always wanted to see the Atlantic,” she said. “Maybe check out some whales.” “What about your classes?” I asked. “Fuck ’em,” she said. “Life is
Like putting an elevator in an outhouse
John Kerry, urbane statesman. Yup. h/t: asv **** update: “Bush lied! The soil had dried!”
Brautigan, Revisited – An American love story
Chapter 11: Ed McMahon Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9. Chapter 10. The truth is, I’ve been dead nearly two decades now. It’s not so bad being dead. In fact, it’s rather peaceful. And Ed McMahon has stopped sending me junk mail. But with Liz around it was difficult being dead. For one thing, I needed a
Words that just sound funny (special Italian edition): “pimpante”*
eg. “Sei pimpante?” “Si, sono pimpante.” *agg. lively; full of beans [idiom.]
Words that just sound funny (special Italian edition): “pimpante"*
eg. “Sei pimpante?” “Si, sono pimpante.” *agg. lively; full of beans [idiom.]
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Deadbeat neighbor: “You catch the Rockies game last night?” Me: “No.” Deadbeat neighbor: “Vinnie Castilla hit another homerun. That’s, like, 12 for him already.” Me: “Good.” Deadbeat neighbor: “Yeah, we still lost, though.” Me: “Well, what are you gonna do…” Deadbeat neighbor: “Hey, you know what ‘Castilla‘ means in English?” Me: “Not a clue.” Deadbeat neighbor: “It means ‘baby bull’.” Me: “No it doesn’t.” Deadbeat neighbor: “Oh. Well. It should,
