Jacket
I never thought finding a god damn jacket that I liked would be so tough. I
almost considered waiting till England to buy myself something like it, but then
it dawned on me, “Should it take an international plane trip just to satisfy my
desire for a non ‘trucker-like’ article of clothing?”
As luck would have it – 16 Bucks at T.J. Maxx.
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Apparently Poker has come back into Style.
My BEARD has been the subject of another denigrating remark.
ABSOLUT CITRON is still fiercely gay.
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The Cork Shadowbox dream is becoming a reality, largely due to my persistence
in the “Find things where People Impersonate the Retarded” Field of Interest.
The one and only 8 x 10 photo of Steve Martin as Ruprecht the Monkey Boy will no
longer be relegated to some hollywood hack’s urine-soaked basement.
Restaurant Rating:
– El Charro – Margarita’s are Good. Food is Authentic. Chips are Plentiful.
Female populace of the Restaurant is Attractive. Male Populace is old, and
mostly fat.
– Mints are 5 for $1.00
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I felt bad for making Jerry Drive me to the West End of Rural Harrisonburg,
popularly known as “Hell’s Anus,” so that’s what I did to cheer him up. No, not
“Hell’s Anus” Him, go to El Charro.
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Also, I feel someone has an alcohol problem when they have consumed a case of
bud before 3 PM. Send Steve’s Family your condolences.
and, In Summary……
Jackson Bentley: “What attracts you personally to the desert?”
T.E. Lawrence: “It’s clean.”