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Naked Baby Mice: Have Gun, Will Travel.
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Get back to where you once belonged. Saturday, April 26, 2008. Have Gun, Will Travel. I teach the truth to the youth. I say 'Hey youth! Better start wearin' bulletproof.'. Ol' Dirty Bastard (RIP). Why doesn't anyone else here have a gun? And rehashing the story for each other's benefit, the telling getting easier with each iteration but no less surreal. In the end nobody could agree on how many shots were fired: ten? Have Gun, Will Travel. What Do Backpackers Do All Day? A Handy Guide to Asian Fowl.
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Naked Baby Mice: A Handy Guide to Asian Fowl
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Get back to where you once belonged. Thursday, April 10, 2008. A Handy Guide to Asian Fowl. FUN FACTS ABOUT BIRDS:. The word for "turkey" in Turkish is. There's no word in Hindi, but it'll give you dysentery anyway. Storks communicate by clacking their beaks together like castanet players on the meth. They throw their heads back upside-down along their spines and rattle away, sometimes in unison with every stork for miles. How do I know about storks, you might ask? Have Gun, Will Travel.
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Naked Baby Mice: December 2006
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Get back to where you once belonged. Monday, December 18, 2006. There's Something Wrong With My Pants. Is down. Even through the boxer briefs. I prefer (the freedom of the former with the slim lines of the latter) I can feel the canned air of the train as it makes its way through the opening. YOU BE THE JUDGE, SINCE YOU WERE HEADING THAT DIRECTION ANYWAY.". For the gelly centers, even if they hadn't been discontinued in '91. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Theres Something Wrong With My Pants.
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Naked Baby Mice: October 2007
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Get back to where you once belonged. Sunday, October 28, 2007. All The Freaky People. His observation has been on my mind this week, as I've not ceased my Wringing Human Sponge routine since we arrived in Gokarna. Greetings from the other side of the world, folks. It's humid. But we know all that, right? Here's the crux of my previous aside: I wanna talk about people. That was our first mistake. Nowhere in the books did it warn us that a restaurant serving booze in that part of the state would likely...
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Naked Baby Mice: "It's OK. I'm With The Bandh."
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Get back to where you once belonged. Friday, February 29, 2008. It's OK. I'm With The Bandh.". This was supposed to be an entry about how funny it was to find a sandstone Kama Sutra ringing a Hindu temple *. In a land that forbids even touching in public one's besmitted, beloved, or betrothed. Still funny to see a sandstone dude railing a sandstone horse *. While his sandstone friend punches his sandstone bishop, watching and (could it be? Issue receipts and pose for pictures. Guns and red bandannas ...
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Naked Baby Mice: And I Feel Like A Disco Ball
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Get back to where you once belonged. Sunday, March 30, 2008. And I Feel Like A Disco Ball. Never look down the hole of a north Indian shithouse.you'll never forget the dead dog on which you just dropped a watery load.". Whew, yeah. That's about right. Some days in India are very, very good. Some days are soupy shit on a dead dog, and no telling which one's you. But how does one sum up such an experience? My dear, you intractable whore, you beautiful tease, adieu. And I Feel Like A Disco Ball.
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Naked Baby Mice: March 2008
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Get back to where you once belonged. Sunday, March 30, 2008. And I Feel Like A Disco Ball. Never look down the hole of a north Indian shithouse.you'll never forget the dead dog on which you just dropped a watery load.". Whew, yeah. That's about right. Some days in India are very, very good. Some days are soupy shit on a dead dog, and no telling which one's you. But how does one sum up such an experience? My dear, you intractable whore, you beautiful tease, adieu. Sunday, March 16, 2008. Of its own accord.
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Naked Baby Mice: February 2008
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Get back to where you once belonged. Friday, February 29, 2008. It's OK. I'm With The Bandh.". This was supposed to be an entry about how funny it was to find a sandstone Kama Sutra ringing a Hindu temple *. In a land that forbids even touching in public one's besmitted, beloved, or betrothed. Still funny to see a sandstone dude railing a sandstone horse *. While his sandstone friend punches his sandstone bishop, watching and (could it be? Issue receipts and pose for pictures. Guns and red bandannas ...
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Naked Baby Mice: September 2007
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Get back to where you once belonged. Wednesday, September 26, 2007. Don't Think About Pink Elephants. Wow India. Yeah. It's so.um.Indian here. Where to begin, where to begin. So I've been dreading writing this entry. I've felt like a duck in a dishwasher over the entire issue. These last ten days have seemed like a month or more, there's been so much new information to assimilate and interpret. I could start with a standby, tell you about the weather: it's fucking hot. Like. Indeed. Here's to that. Hanna...
