How bored is the public?
Some, like myself, actually read all of Karl's chess report. I will be watching curling on ESPN 8 next week.
Buy your own damn fries!
Some, like myself, actually read all of Karl's chess report. I will be watching curling on ESPN 8 next week.
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I just went to an OUTDOOR dining facility in Phoenix where you paid money for meat. Raw meat. Then you had to BBQ it yourself. This place is so wretched in August they don't even want to cook for you. My friend here is an F-16 fighter pilot who owns an enormous home with all the fixings. He apparently thought this was a good location to go with his pregnant wife. I think he just wanted to show off his horseshoe skills, consequences be damned. Flagstaff tomorrow, thank heavens.
I am going to add an extra line here to try and boot Kevlar's picture down. Hopefully it works.
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I went to the weekly Wednesday meeting at the Drunken 8 Fairies, though RyeGuy, Red A and Kevlar had adjourned early dropping the count to only 5. During the process of passing many resolutions (2 or 3 cases) Karl and whoever he was talking to started spewing some tripe about their hoops ability. So enamored of themselves, Hannibal Jim and I were unable to get a word in. So here it is now. Jim and I will take on you and your mystery gloater. We're calling you out. A game to ten, by ones. Tell us how many you want us to spot you and what stakes are acceptable. We've already stomped Big Gay Lance and Frenchie for two weeks in a row. We await your acceptance.
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Well, the road has brought me to beautiful, scenic Albuqurque, NM. The Land of Enchantment is dirty, dusty and hot if anybody is wondering. Swung through Lubbock where I met J-Hole's mother and wife for afternoon tea. Ensconed on J-hole's mother's TV is a photo of young J-Hole, complete with mohawk and two earrings (one was long and dangly, the other a diamond stud). This photo was obviously taken when he was a true blue democrat who built sweat lodges instead of bar-b-ques.
Had an opportuntity to pass through Muleshoe, TX yesterday, rekindling memories of poker nights at the pit. But now is a time for reality, so let's analyze the reality of Muleshoe today.
Muleshoe has an airport, a Sonic, and a McDonalds. This shattered my impression of a hillbilly town out on the high plains, but I was hopped up on seven Mountain Dews, so I searched for more. Muleshoe has a Metal Art shop, leading me to believe at least one long hair resides there. There is also a John Deere Dealership (though no car dealership), giving me hope that white trash might be near. The sprinkler repair store is next door to a China Buffet (whatever that means) and an AM radio station. They even have a stoplight! So the next time you want to bash Muleshoe, remember, the Muleshoe Heritage Foundation exists specifically to quash its image as a backwater.
My next stop is Phoenix, where the temperature the past month has been 110+ nearly every day. Wish me, and my car luck...
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With many disturbing photos. This happened 4 days ago.
Am I a recluse or was this not major news anywhere? Anyone see any inernational or Taiwan coverage of this?
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I would like to clarify a point in RyeGuy's Bread News post. Bread left behind his cell phone and now its going up for auction. Nevermind that it's old and looks like some sort of ball, it's what's inside that counts. The Houston Hound Dog has numbers for most of the over-18 year olds in Central Taiwan. Guys - and Karl's wife - you should be crashing the site with your offers. Don't worry that you're not Bread. If a fluorescent jumpsuit-wearing Teasipper with Chris Jericho-inspired hair can score, anybody can. The current, and only, bid is Kevlar's with $450. Proceeds will go either to buying Frenchie a fake passport or Karl an invisibility cloak.
P.S. - Have we bumped Kevlar's crane mural off the page yet? If not, post something, anything, please.
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Everyone's invited out this Saturday to FMs to say goodbye to Frenchie as he leaves for Thailand. He only overstayed his visa by 4 years but is trying to make up for that by traveling on a passport that only has 3 days validity left on it. His first stop will be Koh Tao to see PJ and the gang. See him Saturday or see him in a Thai prison.
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John, Jim and I witnessed the last cents spent by the Bread Machine in Taichung.
We all downed Kirins (John -2) on the bus platform as we waited to send him off.
You guys can all stop wearing black now.
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Bread has been gone for 10 days now. I feel an odd void in my life, like a mosquito bite that doesn't itch anymore. Because he was staying at my house near the End-Days I came to really understand the ways and means of the Bread Machine. This rare glimpse leaves one with a lasting Bread Shadow that lingers long after the departure of the Loaf. Only Kevlar knows what I'm talking about. We were discussing it last night over Kirins and agreed that mostly we're just glad he's gone. That being said the news on the wire is that BM is loading up his car in Houston for his journey to Montana. That's great because he'll probably be on the road for the opening bids on his cell phone memory, which has surprisingly garnered more interest than the 17 pair of socks collection left at my place during the Packing Ritual. John and Frenchy have dibs on Blue....to be fairly distributed to the first 17 drinkers at the seafood place tonight after work. see yall there...
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Mostly cuz we gotta keep up that "local" stuff.
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Red A
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A. Call him at home.
B. Call him on his cell phone.
C. Stop by PJ's any evening.
D. Send smoke signals.
E. Leave comments on his blog.
Bonus:
F. Get Anheuser-Busch to print your message on the inside of Bud caps.
and of course if you are really desperate.
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Red A
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I know some of you like spicy food.
First, a nice link to a guy who is attempting to eat a different bottle of hot sauce a day.
By the way, if you are impressed - and I am - drop over and leave an encouraging comment or two.
Second, a link to a hot sauce blog - not as ambitious but covers a lot of ground.
Thricely, a blog about BURRITOS - the food of the gods. Maybe we can come up with a blog about Bahwan or O-wa-zen to compete. Buhawahhahahahahah!
Bonus tidbit: Tesco is selling Keystone beer - premium Keystone no less, for NT 98/ six pack. They are 295ml cans though - very sneaky.
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Red A
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everyday light traffic.
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