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the grouch once called himself a simple man who liked pretty things. what an admirable thing to be it seems to me. living in brooklyn. working in advertising. tons of fun with a slender frame and few cases of wit. drink up.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

how



in the fuck did this cup get outside my front door? i mean this raised some serious philosophical questions. who brought it there? did i will it there? was it chocolate, strawberry or vanilla? were there cheeseburgers or deluxes involved? what about their extra tasty double the fat tartar sauce? could they see their order through the grease stain in the bag? and more importantly why can't i find the magical non-existent Dick's, don't i deserve to know after all those years as a faithful customer? hell, my dad use to work there. i walked to the subway stop confused and missing my mother. i still have no answers. suggestions are welcome.

5 Comments:

Anonymous soap said...

it's raining dicks.

2:21 PM

 
Blogger Nick said...

O.W.O.W.

1:04 AM

 
Blogger Milkshake said...

THAT EXACT SAME THING HAPPENED TO ME IN MIAMI THREE YEARS AGO. Found it in the parking lot of my work, and my gay husband was like "You guys eat Dick in Seattle?"
--M

3:17 PM

 
Anonymous andrea. said...

creepy. home is a callin.

3:48 AM

 
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