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Post by pz on Dec 6, 2007 9:42:13 GMT -5
So, one day I’m driving down the road in my chrome-wheeled Camaro, tunes blasting, fuzzy dice swinging, mullet flowing in the wind, when I accidentally change the radio from the Top-Forty channel to some college radio station with the signal strength of a Yugo, and before I can switch it back, the lyrics of ‘Unsatisfied’ begin to fill my ears. There I was, a dependable consumer suckling at the teat of popular entertainment, a cog, a number, a battery blissfully plugged into the Matrix, when this raspy Minnesotan voice destroyed in an instant everything that I thought was good and important. Then, I got gum on my white-washed jeans. I’ve never been the same. Thanks a lot, Mr. Westerberg. You’ve got some a PAULogizing to do.
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Post by scoOter on Dec 6, 2007 10:12:32 GMT -5
prozach for president!
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Post by Man Who Never Learned to Fly on Dec 6, 2007 14:44:25 GMT -5
There is an episode of The Simpsons where they flashback to Homer and Barney's high school days. It's the day before the SATs and a clean-cut, Harvard-bound Barney is diligently studying for the exams. Homer introduces Barney to beer, and Barney's life goes in a downward spiral from there. That's how the Replacements impacted my life.
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Smorgasberg
Star Scout
It has to be the shoes, money!
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Post by Smorgasberg on Dec 6, 2007 17:38:29 GMT -5
And thus, P.Z. ends his long boycott of the Phoenician alphabet.
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Post by Kathy on Dec 8, 2007 13:59:47 GMT -5
So, one day I’m driving down the road in my chrome-wheeled Camaro, tunes blasting, fuzzy dice swinging, mullet flowing in the wind, when I accidentally change the radio from the Top-Forty channel to some college radio station with the signal strength of a Yugo, and before I can switch it back, the lyrics of ‘Unsatisfied’ begin to fill my ears. There I was, a dependable consumer suckling at the teat of popular entertainment, a cog, a number, a battery blissfully plugged into the Matrix, when this raspy Minnesotan voice destroyed in an instant everything that I thought was good and important. Then, I got gum on my white-washed jeans. I’ve never been the same. Thanks a lot, Mr. Westerberg. You’ve got some a PAULogizing to do. Little known fact: A pre-Mats-struck PZ was the inspiration for the Dead Milkmen's "Bitchin' Camaro". True story!
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Post by mrblasty on Dec 9, 2007 10:07:29 GMT -5
I am no longer welcome at the beach since getting this tattoo: Although, if I am ever jailed for a fair amount of time, this may act as a deterrent, or possibly a "right back at 'cha, buddy".
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