Fish heads, Ward's Seafood, St. Pete, FL
Cheap Beer. Two (2) Lesbians. Man Up.
It's time for a smattering of photos, many sent by real people such as
yourself, with the general theme of food, and food-like edibles. Other contributors
where their fingers on the, hm, pulse of the HK audience are Annie, who
would like to share this,
and Deb. D., who sent this.
Pic Messages, Mostly Foodstuffs
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DC: Townhouse Tavern |
Columbus, OH: Found by Jules |
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Tampa, FL: Jess and her mutant strawberry.
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Tampa, FL: Hangover Special, Pork Brains. Jess.
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Bardstown, KY: The end of pigs.
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Bardstown KY: To the last drop.
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Tulsa, OK: Getting some pretty flowers.
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Tulsa: Real food by Chez.
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Uh...Kentucky?
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Oklahoma City: Drunks can now choose paper or plastic.
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OK: I used to think this stuff was a joke until I saw
it everywhere.
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Las Vegas: Marla is afraid of Vegas, but comforted by
this graffiti.
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St. Pete, FL: Baby Octopus Salad at Ward's Seafood. |
Tampa: Mandy's grad party, food by CA.
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DC: Anisha, breakfast fiasco
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Breakfast, take two.
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©Jesse Miller
I keep telling people
Beer: In a courageous display of solidarity, last night I joined
forces with Area Lesbians for The New
Gay's drink-a-thon at one of my favorite bars, Red
Derby. Showing solidarity comes with a price, of course, and the price
I paid was $2 a beer and one really shitty morning. No more, Area Lesbians.
I abandon the cause. You'll have to soldier on without me.
Cats: In other self-revealing, unflattering news, I found myself
emailing a cat-related joke to a large number of friends the other day.
Friends who I thought were "cat people." Contrarian librarian SLyon set
me straight.
From: SLyon
thank you for the cat-related joke, though of late, i am off cats entirely.
i am totally switching teams to dogs and here is why:
1) my dog doesn't lay around on the sofa all day and muck it up with
fur and litter
2) my dog doesn't scratch on the bedroom door at 5 am
3) my dog doesn't pee on our laptop
4) my dog goes to the bathroom OUTSIDE
5) my dog doesn't make me sneeze and break out into hives
6) my dog can shake hands
top that, cats!
Well. If you don't have the last word on your eponymous forum, what do
you have. So, my first recommendation to turncoat SLyon is to get a cat
door. And second, this, from Shauna: How
Green Was My Kitty, on the Potty, nyt.
Politics:
bob: "I keep telling people, no Democrat has won the White
House since 1916 without winning West Virginia," Clinton said at
Tudor's Biscuit World in the state's capital city.
clinton representin at the biscuit world
me: wow
bob: obama shot pool at shultzies tavern, where i used to go w/
andy. but clinton got all artery chokin on his ass in the home state and
got herself a MOTHERFUCKIN' BISCUIT
me: i want a biscuit
bob: me too! god. i'm taking a roadtrip next month into wv w/ adam
newton. i can't wait to make him eat one of those. he'll die from the
delicious.
Family: Yesterday my sister Jesse sent me more photos of the shoot
she did with Sean and Jeff. They are here,
if you're interested. About our brother she wrote, "These are RIGHT before
he started getting buff, really turning his life around. I keep thinking
these photos look old because he was so built and healthier looking before
he died. This shoot was just before his first OD last year. He got so much
happier after that, I wish I had done another shoot...I wish, I wish, blah,
blah...he's just so damn pretty."
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Damn, finally
My littlest sister Mandy graduated from college last week, which was a
shock to us all. We sincerely hope she goes on to make lots of money, because
she'll have a large family to support, especially if she and her husband
decide to have children.
If there's anyone still checking this site, you may have noticed that my
updating has been sporadic, and lazy. That's because occasionally I have
better things to do, and often I have nothing to say. Still, that doesn't
usually stop me, and I'm sorry you had to look at Bob's Pig Shop for two
weeks.
Sad news
A few nights ago, my brother Sean's good friend Jeff killed himself. Jeff
was with Sean when Sean died. We, my family, were extremely saddened to
hear about Jeff's death. My brother loved him a lot. They were planning
to clean up their act and go to firefighting school together. I wonder if
I should've tried to contact Jeff, to tell him we didn't hold him responsible
for Sean or anything, or just to see how he was doing. I guess you always
wonder afterwards what you should've done. There are pictures of Jeff here.
He was a beautiful kid, too.
Ugh, here's the terrible awful story: Schoolchildren
Find Body At Bus Stop
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