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I just received my birthday Sennheiser PX100's and am too busy rockin' my motherfucking ass off to the eleventy-billion mp3's I've accumulated and been listening to with crappy little earbuds, masturbating furiously in anticipation of my iRiver H320 showing up in a coupla days, because I buy precisely one thing per year, and this year I'm gettin' two, and I'm really rolling in the consumerism shit like a parishiltonian dirtpig, and way to busy to either say hi to KevinSkomvold or comment on the utter coolness of a chrome-plated gorilla, especially one captured by Clicky McPhotographer, and it's not the beer, I swear.

OK, maybe it is the beer. You got a problem with that, Bligh?

Heh.

AkkaDakka at the moment (stay with what you know boy, stay with what you know), in case you were wondering, but the base in Bran Van 3000's Astounded, my first test tune, made me stain my boxers, in a nice, nice way, too, I must say. Oh, so grunty.

er, bass. Haven't based in years.

Damn time zones.

Why can't I stay in one place
For more than two days.
Why?!
Because I'm talking about the road. [5X]
Road!

It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They can comfort you, some even try
They nurse you when you're ill of health
They bury you when you go and die
It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They'd stick by you if they could
But that's just bullshit
People just ain't no good

Hey Maw! Stav's doing that thing again!

A wicked wind whips up the hill
A handful of hopeful words
I love her and I always will
The sky is ready to burst
Said something I did not mean to say
Said something I did not mean to say
Said something I did not mean to say
It all came out the wrong way

Good lord, this man has stamina.

You gotta date Wednesday!

Ahem.

I've been watching the Jesus buff his ball for, like, 20 minutes now.

He is remarkable, isn't he?

9622.net: Watching the Jesus Buff His Ball

What
Would
Jesus
Ball
?

Jesus ball? You mean I've wasted the past twelve years bowing down to this Camembert?

Damn hearing problem...

Monkey joyride.

Aaaaiiiiiieeeeeeee!!!!

Stupid god damn dog got skunked at the park this morning.

There are no words to express my mood right now.

Well then, let's think of a few.

Constabulated?
Prevaricastulated?
Squamose?
Morsty?

Desplickened.

Peeyuggled?
Conspuckley?
Proitch?
Amglau?
Nopinzabrogged?
Quovrish?
Peppilapuerillated?

Dog tired?

Mad?

Gleeful?

no?

That's all very helpful, thingkewveddymush.

Update: None of the home remedies for removing skunk odor from dogs effective. None. Do not attempt to clean your skunk-smelling dog with baking soda, vinegar, tomato juice, and / or Dawn dishwashing detergent, unless you want a sudsy dog that smells like salad dressing and skunk.

She is now for sale. 5 cents, or best offer.

tizzie! :(

Poor pooch.

Poor pooch, not. Poor traumatised skunk, yes. Poor Honda Element that she rode home in. Poor me.

Lucky purveyors of alcholic beverages, that I am about to drink a lot of. Lucky, lucky them.

When my dog was skunked we drove over to the nearby vet and bought a can of some special dog de-skunkifier. It got rid of the skunk smell lickety split. Although the dog did smell sort of anitseptic for most of the next day. At least until he jumped in a smelly pond. Then he smelled like, yes, that's right, a smelly pond.

Don't ask me how I know this, but Massengil douche is supposed to get skunk smell out of dog fur.

Oh, what a prom night that was!

Shave the dog entirely hairless. Even if it doesn't work, it'll be good for a laugh.

Dana, good article -thank you! I'm trying that peroxide idea tonight.

Little Miss Stinky was not too happy to have to sleep out in the yard by herself last night. She'll wind up seeing a psychologist if we can't get this sorted pretty soon.

"I've eaten it all my life, and I plan to keep on eating it as long as I am still going," said Elmer Schlupp, 87, of Edgewood.

Vidiot missed his chance to try goetta when he was here. Next time!

Hey, y'all.

If you're in the area, come on down to the Baggott Inn tonight if you can.

Vidiot & I are hosting trivia, and um, I lost my job today, so I'll be in a real devil-may-care mood.

Seriously. I could use some company.

Hey, man. Sorry to hear about that.

ack, chico: that's terrible. I'm sorry.

We should really start a monkey co-op or something for all the un- and under-employed among us.

Chico, that's worse than a skunked dog. Condolences.

Chico, that's worse than a skunked dog.

But, y'know, Chico...we have all this leftover Masengil.

If you're, uh, interested.

I second the monkey modest needs fund. I would offer to spearhead the campaign, but I just learned what a fixed-rate CD was last week.

I wasn't fishing for pity points, just perhaps a slight (and not-all-night) gathering of the posse.

Also, re: the Massengill? Hold that thought. We'll see what the rest of this week holds, and frankly I could maybe use the change of pace.

Hey, if we're raising money for a good cause, my unemployment runs out next week.

OK, it's a semi-good cause.

I'll swing by after I leave the office! I can't stay for trivia, however, unless all the trivia relates to my employer's excellent study abroad programs, because I'll be bringing a big file folder FULL of that copy with me.

*tosses twenty-three prepared questions about Dana's employer's study abroad programs*

Shit! A ringer!

I guess the audio round containing voicemails of your co-workers is out too, then.

It's okay. We'll scramble.

Um, shouldn't you guys BE there right now? Setting up, signing those huge phony checks and stuff?

Dang. I'm sorry to hear that, Chico. Happy to come around next time, since I'm hoping you guys are happily smashed and mumbling trivia questions right this very second. :)

I'm hoisting a virtual pint for you, Chico. Sorry to hear the news. That just sucks.

Roe! Good to see you around these parts.

And thanks to Dana for coming out last night and watching two drunken monkeys up on stage. (Want to try your hand?)

Dude, that so-called trivia night was more rigged than your momma's flatbed. Next time I come I'm bringing backup.

Lissen lady, we steered the biggest ringer this side of Lebowskifest to you as a playing partner. It was rigged toward you.

The man couldn't name a single Beatles song! We were doomed! It was like the freakin' Wake of the Medusa out there!

(though I hasten to add that he was very nice)

I can name a lot of Beatles songs, which would have been my only hope. The rest of those questions are really hard!

I only got four: the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory one, the Burroughs one, and the nightclub benefit one.

Those are some really esoteric questions you have there. How well did the winner do?

oh and the plane crash one. That makes four.

I feel better now that bona fide smart people have admitted to not knowing all those. I thought it was just me (betcha I would've gotten all the Beatles songs, though!)

Friend o' mine sent me this link today. Anyone have friends in IT out in WA who are looking for a job? It's like they custom-wrote one for 9622-style techies.

Even Google does not know who Osyp Firischak is.

I never heard of him either.

I think the winning team got 35 out of 50 questions right.

Osyp Firischak

Really? I never saw the exact point totals. We should ease up next time.

Oh, the question was answerable without knowing who he was. Some people got it.

Yeah, in my mind the winning team should have about 40 points, and the average should be around 30 or so. Next time we can go a little easier.

But the questions were well-put and undisputed (a rarity), and like Caren always says, if no one gets it, it's a tie. And shit, they were Beatles songs.

All we needed was their titles. Of Beatles songs. That's too esoteric? Smarty, please.

Jeez louise. I meant the questions, not the Beatles songs. You want to fight? Because I'll fight you. I might cry and run away a little, but I'll fight you.

Oh yeah, kaf? You wanna go? You wanna go? You wanna go to the movies? How about the zoo? No tongues on the first date, but aside from that, I'll take you.

I ain't afeared of nothin. I'll axe you questions all night long, as long as the beerses is flowin. Hard ones, easy ones, awards questions, aging war criminals, people named Steve, Beatles, Stones, Holy Modal Rounders, busiest airports, cheeses of the world, anything, any time, anywhere, brother, and the offer has no expiry date.

All right, baby. Let's go to the movies. A nice squishy romantic movie, like that one about the plane that wants to kill everyone.

Oh! Sorry!

***backs out of the room quickly so as not to break the mood***

I would move to Seattle for that job.

Almost.

Chico, if you need someone who can sound official on the phone and knows all the proper corporate blather to field a fake reference call, you need only ask.

OK, so I got #6-9 (heeeellliiiuuummmm!), then #2, 5, 9, and, uh...maybe would have gotten some Beatles songs and that's it. :)

That's *sad.* :/

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