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Broke Nose: April 2009
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Monday, April 20, 2009. Tricks of the Trade. My baby sister told me how she learned at her pole dancing class that the classical Ass Slap. Is a sneaky way to wipe the sweat off your hand so you don't slip off the pole. I guess it takes a lot of strength to be able to pole dance, which is why lots and lots of girls are taking it up. What the fuck ever happened to riveting? Links to this post. Monday, April 6, 2009. Are you googling 'Stupid, Fucking Boyfriend? Ignoring the "OR" in the image below-. Are you...
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Broke Nose: Going on Blast
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Tuesday, May 10, 2011. So it's my birthday, and once again I've put a ton of hours into making something for you to love. (See how you can thank me at the bottom of this post.). Earlier in the year I met a girl from the internet. She was hyper conservative and uncomfortable around black people. She forgot that she gave me her blog address, and consequently had no idea I was reading the shit she was posting about me. Fortunately, shitty people exist! So, I have made dramatic readings of her posts. Url=htt...
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Broke Nose: October 2009
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009. Links to this post. Monday, October 26, 2009. When my youngest sister's,. Got out of jail, she gave him a key to her new apartment, with a keychain that reads "Welcome Home.". Now that he's back in Jail, he doesn't need it anymore. Nor does he need any of the other stuff on The Table. Links to this post. Thursday, October 15, 2009. Check out the CIA world Fact Book. Total population: 0.97 male(s)/female (2009 est.). Oh sweet, more girls than guys. Oh snap, it's all old women!
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Broke Nose: My Crappy Week
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Monday, March 21, 2011. Click images to enlarge. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Pics from my phone. Author Favorites (where he talks about himself). They're Back in Town Plus One. Tried to Start Something. It Takes A Villiage. A Card With Some Money. Tricks of the Trade. Are You Googling Stupid Fucking Boyfriend? Like it or not, I'm masturbating to you tonight. Beacon Lights: A Beacon Hill Blog. A Modest Proposal: About the Utilities. Marissa falco presents: miss sequential. Working Girls Doodle Pad.
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Broke Nose: June 2009
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Tuesday, June 30, 2009. Billy Mays, I guess, died of heart failure, but he still wasn't wearing his seat belt when his flight landed. Billy Mays was rich in money, rich in spirit, and probably a dick in every other department. I had an isle seat, sharing my row with a woman and her father. On take-off, both the woman and myself noticed a strip of vapor streaming from the engine. She and I both thought it was an aeronautical emergency but her father assured us that it was just clouds getting sliced. After...
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Broke Nose: December 2008
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Saturday, December 20, 2008. Three Hots and a Cot. This guy knew exactly what he was doing. Some people are so poor they demean themselves for a warm place to stay. Links to this post. Monday, December 15, 2008. I had privelage of seeing Robin Williams perform live last week. So when you arrive at the theatre and find that I am sitting up as tall as I can in the seat infront of yours, hopefully you'll sigh and deal with it. Did I mention that Robin Williams is not fucking funny? Links to this post. His w...
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Broke Nose: January 2009
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Saturday, January 31, 2009. They're actually called Bott's Dots. Dr Botts worked for the DOT. He died before they were officially used as a remedy to painted lines disappearing under water. Tested in Sacramento around 1955, the research was rediscovered after Bott's death and officially used on I-80 in 1965. Bott's dots are not used in states where snow plows will scrape them off the road, with the exception of temporary Bott's dots placed in construction zones between spring and early winter. The second...
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Broke Nose: January 2010
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Thursday, January 28, 2010. Guess who went to work wearing his underwear backwards today? Links to this post. Tuesday, January 19, 2010. My sister has an interesting relationship with doors. This was one of her many responses to my father's apathy. I'm starting to think that the term "off it's hinges," requires a screw driver, or the word "almost," followed by nothing actually happening (except loud banging.). Links to this post. Friday, January 15, 2010. To the untrained eye, this may appear boring.
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Broke Nose: Pics from my phone.
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Friday, March 18, 2011. Pics from my phone. I have a crappy phone. Remember when you had a crappy phone and you used to have to clear your sms memory every few days? This is me pretty much cleaning out the pictures. A 200 pound face made of pure white chocolate. A close friend's Epic Driver's Lic. Raging party with the Bunns: Rush and tackle in the coi pond. Raging party with the Bunns: Staple kid in the local scene gets faded into a cross-eyed coma, - like - at all their parties. Shot this to a girl on ...
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Broke Nose: September 2009
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Tuesday, September 29, 2009. They're Back in Town plus one. He has Fleas and Pees blood. He's staying with my Sister. So that my youngest sister. Can have maintenance come by her apartment. What's more is that he's not even my youngest sister's. He's crashing at her apartment while his owner (who is couch surfing with her baby) stays with friends who don't allow cats. And even more retarded: My youngest sister. Also lives in a place that does not allow cats. So now he lives with my youngest. Then if not ...
