The Penguin January 17, 2003 |
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Consider the penguin. Instead he sits on a rock 
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Poetry
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Your medium ate my message. more
(Dec. 21, 2010; Facts)
Walking around Montreux. more
(Jul. 2, 2009; Facts)
We once were demigods… more
(Jun. 5, 2009; Poetry)
From the little black book. more
(May. 17, 2008; Thoughts)
Nostradamus is always right! more
(Dec. 24, 2007; Words)
“I have loved crisp bacon since childhood…”
Lying for a living.
Adult Movie Posters of the 60’s and 70’s
“The Erotic Adventures of Zorro—the only film rated Z.” (Via prodigal vagrancy)
This is the Title of This Story
And this is the description of the link above. And so it goes.
“Lutefisk is […] pretty much what you’d expect of jellied cod; it is a foul and odiferous goo, whose gelatinous texture and rancid oily taste are locked in spirited competition to see which can be the more responsible for rendering the whole completely inedble.”
“Magnetically attract women like crazy!”
A glorious torrent of inarticulate, inadvertently hilarious stupidity. (Never mind the picture, read the description.)
Buttefly in a midlife crisis: “Honestly, I don’t see anything wrong with dating a caterpillar.”
Unfortunately, a real thing. Fortunately, there is a Teutonic Master remix.
Obscure words and vocabulary resources.
Russian roulette as a metaphor. By Mircea Cartarescu.
