Of the Daily Candy variety. My computer don’t like them. Good computer.
As for putt-putt golf on Hipster Alley? I love putt-putt golf, but keep them Indie Rock Fecktards (IRFTs™) away. Oh, gawd, like the girl I saw on the bus the other morning. Cute as a button with the jet black hair with bangs and black plastic-framed glasses and stuff. Just adorable in her Ugly Betty outfit. But then she whipped out her Blackberry to text and check e-mail the entire bus ride to work out of her Coach hobo bag that was in her Ralph Lauren tote. Logos everywhere. Yes, I judged.
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Saturday, May 30, 2009
Monday, November 3, 2008
Tragedy Is the Mother of All Capitalism
Dayum! This shizz is just plain sick. Hocking a bedside shotgun rack in the wake of JHud's tragic loss. Again, just sick.
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