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THIS IS SOME PERSON’S PICTURE OF A DOG NOSE
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THIS IS SOME PERSON’S PICTURE OF A DOG NOSE
From Autoweek‘s classifieds:
36k Mi, 3.2 Carrera (20k mi) professionally installed. Specialty trans. Cross-drilled discs, 16″ Fuchs whls, New Michelins, $22K/bo. Contact: (401)294-9660 (RI) Steve daytime
I’m fascinated by this one, though: $500K Seized: Strange Situation at Nuclear Plant.
Yeah, so. Big truck full of stuff. Nuke plant. Five hundred grand in small bills. Trucker with no ID. This sounds like the beginning of a Bob Trout story. One hopes the nuke plant is a coincidence and it’s just the usual drug deal/money laundering gone wrong.
Or maybe if you mix your crack with plutonium it’s even better!

The Exploding Aardvark, via her del.icio.us posts, has introduced me to the only televangelist the matters: THE SPIRIT OF TRUTH.
Note: extreme profanity in audio.
I just watched about forty minutes of Iraqi “insurgent” propaganda video on Google video.
It’s like all military recruiting films. There are lots of explosions and weapons firing, there are scenes of the defeated enemy, and there is the testimony of happy members of the team. I did learn some things about these guys from the video.
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Many awesome meals may be constructed from this assortment of pork and pork-derived products in your supermarket’s refrigerator case.
LONG STORY SHORT I THOUGHT I WAS GETTING A PARTY BALL FROM THE ABSINTHE CLEARINGHOUSE BUT IT WAS TOTALLY NOT WHAT I THOUGHT
springheel_jack linked to digby’s post on the “Purity Ball” phenomenon. This is put on by the Abstinence Clearinghouse people, and is a ritual in which formally-dressed daughters make a pledge of abstinence to their formally-dressed fathers. It’s basically them marrying their fathers until they find husbands.
The abstinoids sell a purity ball planner, and you can browse a photo gallery of the 2005 and 2006 balls.
This is the best Rural Pakistan ever! By the way I hear the abstinence chicks are totally easy for oral and anal, dude.

I went to Kéan today to get more coffee beans. They have the La Lucie, meaning the real La Lucie the way it used to be. Recommend you pick some up if you’re local and like that dark roast Zimbabwean thing.
Neurofeedback today. Brainwaves are getting better (higher beta, lower theta, less gap between).
I thought for two hours that I had lost my “check card” VISA. I hadn’t. It was caught in a snag in a jacket pocket, having fallen out of my wallet.
I read most of the rest of Hardcore Zen today. It’s a damned good book. Thanks, hweimei for the recommendation!
At the angle I can see her, my sleeping cat currently looks like a fuzzy spheroid without features.