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Who is McDougal?

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Thursday, May 17, 2007. And then there was that policewoman in Macon, Georgia. Man, she was beautiful. Her hair shined like copper. McDougal. Fell in love with her immediately. Of course, it would never have worked out. And anyway, she was only interested in McDougal. For his traffic violations. He showed up drunk at the jewelry store late one night, with the diamond from his grandmother's wedding ring and a hollowpoint. Bullet. Later that night, when he shot her with it, her Kevlar. Part IV of IV.

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Who is McDougal?: Archives

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Wednesday, July 25, 2007. From the Desk of the Campaign Manager. To: All Campaign Staff. Campaign then infiltrate their assigned rival campaign. If you are not aware of your assigned letter class, that means you were never given one, and are hereby. Terminated. The internship program is suspended, effective immediately. Posted by Friends of McDougal at 7:36 PM. Some things about me. And then there was that policewoman in Macon, Geor. Beating me in the face. A Laymans Guide to Horrific Trampoline Injuries.

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Who is McDougal?: Why McDougal Hates Poets

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Monday, March 12, 2007. Why McDougal Hates Poets. Brother McDougal called me in a fever and recited the following 37 reasons why he hates poets:. Chompers. Poets can't be doctors. Poets can't even pay their water bills or submit their own shit to get published . Well, the really hungry and really bad can. Poets generally can't get out of bed before noon and seldom keep appointments. If two roads diverged in a yellow wood and you beat a poet to death with a. Large rock, would anyone care? Google doesn't l...

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Who is McDougal?: Summer of Love

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Friday, May 18, 2007. We used to spend a lot of time down in Panama City Beach - me and the McDougals. The McDougal clan loved Panama City - the sand, the surf, the drunken barely legal Alabamian hair stylists. The McDougals would grab a few every quarter when we went down there. And she grabs onto McDougal's calf and just latches on with her teeth (not Kathleen, but the girl of another ethnic background we were trying to abduct and force to work as a sex slave in Shreveport) and McDougal's swinging his ...

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Who is McDougal?: Shirts and Skins

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Thursday, June 07, 2007. And I are out raccoon hunting. I have no idea why. He says it will be good practice for the next six months. He's been saying things like this since we started this road trip a few days ago. By his body language, he seems to be indicating that these statements are fraught with meaning, but it all just sounds like Nostradamus-like open-ended prophesy to me. Town that says "The Original Home of the Deranged Coal Miner." McDougal. Loves West Virginia because it is easy to score meth.

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Who is McDougal?: Hialeah

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Wednesday, May 02, 2007. The city of Hialeah, Fl., is cold this time of year. Cold like McDougal's. Black soul. The Presidential campaign is in ruins after the big man ate the mayor of Coldwater. We've holed up here high in the Florida mountains and McDougal. Labels: Dr. Who. Posted by Friends of McDougal at 10:28 AM. Behind the Scenes Week - Bonus Sunday Edition! Why McDougal Hates Poets. Part IV of IV. Smokestacks and Pipe Bombs (Part III of IV). Moss Back Lichen (Part II of IV). Part I of IV).

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Who is McDougal?: Brief Status Update

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Thursday, July 19, 2007. I'm currently holding on to a section of 2" nylon braid marine-grade rope outside the 35th floor of the Shreepati Arcade building on Grant Road in Mumbai, India. I'm travelling under a Moscow diplomatic passport on this trip and speaking only Russian, or French with a very bad Russian accent. My grey super-250 suit is from Sammy Kotwani of New York. Posted by Friends of McDougal at 6:08 AM. Some things about me. And then there was that policewoman in Macon, Geor.

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Who is McDougal?: Chutes and Ladders

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Thursday, March 01, 2007. When we got into the elevator to go up to McDougal's. Suite on the top floor of the Bellagio. The car's cables groaned excessively. I hate riding on elevators with the big man, since he always flirts with the weight limit all on his own. Another would-be passenger was waiting nearby, and I tried to discreetly wave him off, but he apparently didn't see, because he squeezed into the elevator with us. Boy, it's a hot one out there, huh? He guessed, "Religious piety? The man fidgete...

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Who is McDougal?: Part IV of IV

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Monday, February 26, 2007. Part IV of IV. Is he feeding Bananarama? McDougal yelled, frightening the server under our table and knocking a ramekin of syrup to the floor. Sack over his head. What a terrible idea. As soon as my foot hit the pavement, I felt a giant mitt come down with the force of a steel press on my right shoulder. McDougal must move at the speed of light. The ground began to tremble under my feet. Sinner," he said. "REPENT! You know how freakin' big McDougal is, right? And strong. Li...

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Who is McDougal?: Beating me in the face

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Monday, May 14, 2007. Beating me in the face. This post may be my last. I've lost too much blood. McDougal has composed a joke and cannot log in here directly. When I assured him I didn't know his password, he punched me six times in the face with a tire iron and maybe three more with a brick. I'm having one of those days where I wish I were Reginald Denny. McDougal says:. I have a pet spider monkey that I got for $20 from a homeless guy. His name is Genitals. I don't know the monkey's name. Part IV of IV.