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September 26, 2006

9.26.06

Tell us a story that went on in this place.

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Funding Foibles:

“That was really funny Jimmy… you acting like you can’t write!”

“Yeh, I’m not lettin’ on… not yet anyhow. Teach Theisen smells
really good sitting beside me, helping me spell.”

“Smells good?….ha! You just like staring at her boobies!”

“So… you shut up! Gimme that red marker.”

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“There, Miss Theisen, I hope that’s evidence enough. This video was recorded by
a graphitti-cam, Thursday. These boys are reading and writing two languages….,
maybe three….”

“I’ve requested a hearing with the State school-board, on the admissibility
of this video in lieu of standardized testing. These two must not be, “Left Behind”!”

Posted by: Kasac at September 26, 2006 3:08 PM · Permalink

I seem to be having some trouble with the word counter. Both yesterday's and today's stories (less title) counted exactly 100 words in MS word and my finger. This word counter has disagreed, it now counts today's story at 99.

Am I doing something wrong?

Posted by: Kasac at September 26, 2006 3:20 PM · Permalink

He had a long night and a pen in his mouth. Ever smelled urine beer? That’s all he smelled. It's kind of a smell between stench and ecstasy. Finished pissing and did what he was there to do. Took out his pen and started to write. If he was in a nowhere town he was going to make sure people knew he was there.

Like lighting a cigarette first thing in the morning, this was second nature to him. He spit on the tip and relaxed and thought of what to say. What would make him remembered?

"Chick Tracts Rule."

Posted by: the turtle at September 26, 2006 7:14 PM · Permalink

Talk Thread:

"Well, we did wipe it clean last week, but as you can see..."

"It didn't take."

"Not even close. The tour advertisments came up first. Then the personal insults and responses."

"What about the nonsense words, then? Where'd they come from?"

"Drug dealers. We can pretty much instantly get rid of anything that actually sounds like a sales pitch for the stuff, but..."

"Right, they come up with new codephrases and bizarre misspellings faster than you can figure them out. So what was this originally, anyhow?"

"The wiki page for 'Baked Beans'."

"No shit?"

"No shit. Welcome to Web 2.0"

Posted by: Jeff R. at September 26, 2006 8:57 PM · Permalink

This is the last time I am ever going to let Marge talk me into taking a tour of Europe. Especially France. I can't stand these arrogant, smelly, chain-smoking pissants.

We've seen the freakin' Eiffel Tower and the Louve, what else is there to see except hairy women? Let's go to Germany for Christ's sake., and drink some beer.

Now where the hell was their tour guide taking them? What was so special about this hole in the wall cafe?

Who cares about a graffetti covered coat rack?

Oh...Jerry Lewis once hung his coat here.

God I hate the French.

Posted by: gahrie at September 27, 2006 1:37 PM · Permalink