Thu - June 29, 2006The Sharpest Knife In The Drawer?If I were so inclined I could purchase a mixed set of 150 knives for
$220.
Posted at 09:50 PM Read More | Mon - September 26, 2005T.V. Preachers And Creep-Show Features All Night LongI’m here to officially ask for forgiveness. Forgive me if I
don’t buy into your self-serving version of religion.
Posted at 04:28 PM Read More | Sat - June 25, 2005Think A Little DifferentAfter all, it's only $35.95, and as any fool would tell you that's cheap
compared to the millions I soon could be raking in from the comfort of my own
living room, if only I'd order Dean's product RIGHT NOW!
Posted at 04:09 PM Read More | Wed - March 9, 2005Craft Corner DeathmatchThe crowd chants "Craft! Craft! Craft!" as the contestants run around
the studio picking up underwear, clay, garbage and glitter that soon will be
fashioned into "quality" crafting items.
Posted at 10:50 PM Read More | Thu - January 6, 2005Chef Tony"I don't understand! What am I doing wrong?!" I'd often scream to myself
late at night while lying sleeplessly in bed. Badda ha! This was all before Chef
Tony came into my life and rescued me from my aimless culinary
wanderings.
Posted at 09:01 PM Read More | Sun - December 5, 2004Ken Goldin's Neck Wants Your Soul With his
heavy eyes and bobbling head jotting to and fro atop his gangly veiny neck,
viewers are drawn and held captive by the hypnotic swaying of his dexterous
cranium. Posted at 09:12 PM Read More | |
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I had a dream last night about a dog that was made out of grass. It looked like a cross between a Bull Terrier and Labrador, and it seemed very happy. It had deep expressive eye sockets, but no eyes. It was circling me, wagging its grassy doggy tail and staring up at me with its dark grassy eyeless sockets. Green drool was dripping off its grassy tongue and onto my shoes. Slowly, it began to change color. Splotches of tan spread across its body. The grassy tail stopped wagging. It turned, and the dog made of grass walked through the gate and into my backyard, where it laid down and died. Its green body had turned to the color of wheat. Apparently unable to hold the shape of a dog any longer, it now resembled a small pile of dead grass that was slowly being blown away by the wind.
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