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Elmer Fudd wikipedia.
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Another mega-rarity for Coney Island (assuming it's accepted as legitimate.) I was there yesterday when the Times photographer showed up for their typically lame coverage; have I mentioned that "seagull" is an inaccurate term?
Gibby’s back on Page 6. Better than the last mention, when the band was called out by Diamanda Galas for demanding an exorbitant fee to play a benefit. As far as I know he's still the frontman of the Buttholes. First Lollapalooza was 20 years ago…
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from billions to none, the passenger pigeon story
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chevy volt reviewed: "Before I knew it, my miles per gallon for that tankful of gas had hit 80. By the next day it had topped 100. I soon found myself obsessed with increasing my miles per gallon—and avoiding having to buy more gas. Whenever I got home from an errand, I would recharge it, even for a few hours, just to grab a few more miles of range. I was actually in control of how much gas I consumed, and it was a powerful feeling. By the time I gave the car back to General Motors, I had driven 300 miles, without using another drop of gas beyond the original two gallons. "
old fart i am but i cant help but be nostalgic over May 15, 1970 in the east village as the dead and new riders played 63 songs and that was the late show number!!
stuff white people like - vancouver riot edition
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One more reason not to move out of Bay Ridge: local restauranteur revealed as Ted Nugent love child.
mark it down, skinny. your first porthole and a lot of other good stuff incl. alela diane.
this has got to be the goofiest sports event i have ever seen.
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Logical punctuation. Thank god. I usually follow this as it just makes sense. Putting the period inside the quotation marks, even though it's marking the end of the whole sentence and not the sentence inside the quotation marks, just seems wrong. When I started coding the outrage seemed even greater.
just saw my landlord as i was exiting the building to drop off my laundry and tried to engage in niceties as quickly as possible before i could squirt away. i get back home and peel off my already damp t-shirt while filling a glass with ice for my newly purchased liter of coconut water, deciding then to turn the fan back on despite the racket (now i know why it was on sale at century 21) only to feel heat emanating from the back of the fan. my initial thought that it was hot from the motor as it had been on for the better part of three days but then i realized the base was hot as well. did i mention that the fan is perched on the radiator?
so i call down to the landlord, and yes, i know my cell phone is shitty but we get into an abbott and costello routine over who he is actually speaking to. maybe he had an even louder fan purchased sometime in the mesozoic made from teradactyl wings. (i have no idea if dinosaurs existed then. another demerit for myself and the american school system.) he calls me by nearly every name of every other tenant in the building including that of his eighty plus year old best friend living on the floor below. at first i was sure he was making a joke but by the end while literally screaming into the phone i just accepted whatever name he was calling me at the time, that being "al", my upstair neighbor.
once the name puzzle had been solved we got on to the meat of the conversation. i shrieked into the phone at least a half a dozen times that the heat was on in the building before the pilot light in his head caught wind of what i was trying to impart, and undoubtedly the knit in his brow at that moment turned from confusion to consternation. "i'll go switch it off," he said with an exasperated tone. "that's costing me money!" i couldnt argue with that logic and shouted my approval before hanging up.
asciimeo.com translates vimeo videos into ascii art.
my yahoo mail tracks trending stories and lists the top ten. the other day it said "jennifer anniston", the prevailing news story linked to yahoo news noted that her beloved dog had died. oooh, topical!
today the "trending now" banner across the top of my email page read "may 21 judgment day". i just hope its true what they say, that all good dogs go to heaven. wait, no one says that? shit. now what am i supposed to do with this beagle costume?