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the ripest of the rotten

this is kay back in her gurgle gurgle burp fart days. we are in chicago in zahir and maries house before the remodeling was finished. ahhhh memreez.

30 Mar This entry was written by samir, posted on March 30, 2008 at 2:11 am, filed under 1 and tagged life. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post. Post a comment or leave a trackback: Trackback URL.

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Older: they just keep coming.

part of the appeal in the muffin joke for me is how long it took me to STOP trying to figure out what it was i missed in the punchline. and i get the same feeling with this one. the feeling that you are in a meeting and everyone knows you peed your pants but you. what? so someone tell me if im missing the forest for the seals.

A baby harp seal walks into a bar Bartender: “What will it be?” Harp seal: “Anything but Canadian Club on the rocks” Baby harp seals don’t walk into just any old bars. They walk into clubs.

addendum: scott, the true purveyor of absurdity, pieced it together for me. two jokes. no connection. make sure to tip your waiter on the way out.

Newer: often thawt that

i stumble upon the kill8r tracks in albums. it just happens. and then months later i stumble on the other tracks that might also be hot pockets. i guess i just dont pay enough attention on first run to make note of the hosss so it takes me some trial runs. well im on the 2nd go around on this album and i have to say that the song boiling point by the the is doing it for me. or rather it is *still* doing it for me. its crunchy and raspy and echo-e and dingy and i like it. i like the guitars and i like that it builds like a nick cave song. i like it.

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homonculus

Posted April 17, 2008 at 6:11 am | #

holy shit! look at that fucking vinyl flooring! that is total bullshit! fuck that.

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