It's an old story. A bearded man finds love, a career, owls and fifteen hundred books in a part of the country he'd previously never anticipated even visiting. He learns to stop apologizing for his very pointed interest in the darkest aspects of life and comes to terms with his spirituality, which could be classified as "probably voodoo." He shares his home with a homonculus, an ocelot and a semi-feral catling and regularly interacts with federally protected birds.You know, that tired hat.
Saturday, April 23, 2005
Word came down yesterday that a young man sold a diseased chicken breast he took from his meal at a dormitory restaurant for $232.50 because, miraculously [!] it resembles our beloved, recently deceased pope. Humanity is f*cked.
3 comments:
WTF???? 232.50 ??? Are people normal??? A f*ckin rotten chicken breast in the shape of the pope? L.O.L.
Actually, I think it resembles more Whistler's Mother that the late pope...
But give it some more talk and it will end up in an auction somewhere.
what happens when this thing shrivels up....... probably look like a dick!
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