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A God/Stalker View of my hangout, courtesy Google’s satellite maps.
Least favorite mall stores (unsorted list)
Aryan Notions Gift ‘n’ Card
Chili On A Stick
As Seen on C-SPAN Store
Perdue Chicken Factory Store
Rocky Mountain Oyster Factory
Big Dogs Intimates
Christian Leather
Big & Tall Broads
Cold Stone Piercery
The Athlete’s Butt
Wankee Candle
Build-A-Bible Workshop
Lane Bryant Kids
Scientologie
One Hour Maternity
Aerofatale
American Emo Outfitters
Carvelian doings
The ice cream lady is taking delivery of tables and chairs from a huge truck driven by a smiling nervous Korean man. She is telling some old patio resident that the building has a new owner, and that she spent $28,000 $43,000 on an electrical transformer.
The scents of doom and of Fudgy the Whale are heavy in the air.
Oh wow the truck driver just got her to give him a “tip”.
Had I gone to any dances in middle school, this would have been me.
AH POOK IS HERE
laminated malignancy
Sean Cooper of the All Music Guide, you are a shitty pop music writer.
Although only the pair’s first release, Matmos’ microscopic abuse of sourcings as varied as electric guitars, freshly cut hair, the amplified neural activity of crayfish, and the human voice (there are a few synthesizers and drum machines in there as well) was instantly distinguishing, conveying an experimental ardor several flow diagrams removed from the more dance-entrenched U.K. electronica scene.
hensatc is right!
You can’t find a picture of the 25 pound bucket of Skin Lube. Only the five pounder. Such a shame, it must be a very…
…VISUAL item.
they don’t make ’em like this any more.
courtesy dizzyspells, it’s Woody.
Spam Slot Machine
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Dr. Goggles found this lovely slot machine. Jed and I think you should be rewarded with a block of spam if you win the jackpot. Not in a can or anything, just forced out of a MEAT DUCT by compressed air, sliding along on its gel and then plopping into your extended hand.
And it should splatter instead of clanking when you win, too. Yeah.
Why aren’t there more variety meat-based gambling devices?
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