The old, maybe even olde, tennis court rules at Truman. The spot is now full of trailers as they are building... something there.
It disturbs me that this was in the mall bathroom. Well I guess if you're going to do heroin you might as well do it next to the pizzaro.
I have these shoes on as we speak! If the neon green portion at the top wasn't there, if they wasn't perforated at the toe, and if the sole was black, then they'd be perfect.
No, you cannot has cheezburger. :(
S'all right?
S'all right! From an apartment building somewhere on Throop.
Pets and chemicals go great together. Or: Pets and Chemicals, a moving lit fic novel about the harsh struggles of trying to get publish in the cut throat world of lit fic. Or: Pets and Chemicals the greatest band you've never heard of! Performing live, that's right, guaranteed not be be dead, at the Octopus Room this tuesday night! Tell your friends! Tell your family! Tell the people you don't like right before you stab them in the eye with a spork!
A toy power-sprayer. Never too early to prepare the children of today for their menial day job of their future. I found this vaugely depressing. I say let the kids play with the real power washer, get all those baby teeth out of the way early.
The wall of shame at Mi Lindo Michoacan. I was wondering what they would do since polaroid film isn't widely avaible, but it looks like they've gone digital.
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