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Wednesday, January 29th, 2003
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10:53a - cut the chatter red five
three things:
wow, so was anybody else shocked that the president pronounced "antiretroviral" correctly? how long do you think he had to practice in front of a mirror for that one?
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jesus, have you seen the female mannequins in the adidas window on pike? they have the biggest tits i have ever seen in a retail display. these plastic girls are like 5'6'', size two with double f cups. it SCARES me. i mean, they're huge and they're wearing athletic clothes and there is no way anybody could fucking run with a chest that large.
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so i knew this guy, right? his name was ben chaffin and he was our senior class president, partially because he was smart and stuff, but mostly because he was funny, athletic and popular. now, unlike most of the popular kids, ben was fucking weird. he was the kid who in the eighth grade seranaded ma fin, the art teacher with "seasons in the sun." he published his own zine and founded the cannibal club. yeah. weird guy, great guy. but mostly weird. so the story goes like this: we had these ponchos for when it rained during track meets, right? blue and yellow, with our name on the back. so sophomore year, we're at states and i'm standing by the pit with debbie larsen and it's raining, which sucks, but i've got my lame poncho, which is cool. ben walks up to me and says "is that a real poncho? or is that a sears poncho" and i say, "huh?" and he repeated himself and i repeated myself and he just shook his head, grabbed my shoulders and said, "one day, you'll understand." and i thought, what a fucking weirdo.
jump to day before yesterday. i'm in border's. for fuckall reason, they're listening to frank zappa upstairs and he's doing this song, that's called, um...camarillo brillo, i think. live. so right in the middle of this song, frank just stops and says "is that a real poncho? or is that a sears poncho?" holy fucking shit! like 8 years later, i finally get this fucking joke. i feel like i've just taken my first step into a larger world...
"hey you're afraid of fish, okay? i'm afraid of dying in a hail of shrapnel, who's crazier?"
current mood: mellow
current music: eve of destruction
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