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That's Mr. Tabernacle To You: August 2005
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That's Mr. Tabernacle To You. Chances are. I hate you too. Friday, August 26, 2005. What The Christ Was That? I have no idea what just happened. Alls I can remember is typing some words into an electric mail thing (isn't that what e-mail. And the next thing I know, I'm on my gritty hardwood floor, staring at the dust bunnies underneath my shitty old computer desk. Where I left that copy of Perfect 10 magazine. I mean, c'mon. I was in the Korean War for crissakes. The only reason I did was because I've go...
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That's Mr. Tabernacle To You: March 2005
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That's Mr. Tabernacle To You. Chances are. I hate you too. Monday, March 21, 2005. I Got Some Shit On My Shoe. I've had a rush of e-mails in the ol' Tabernacle ball.er, mailbag. Seems everyone is wanting to know where I've been and who the hell I am talking to them in such a way. Especially that down-syndrome looking shit, Mr. Underhill. Did you notice that his cro-magnon-looking picture is suddenly on hiatus? To be our ol' buddy Potsie Webber. Now that would be pathetic. He's going to pay. I know the su...
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That's Mr. Tabernacle To You: November 2005
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That's Mr. Tabernacle To You. Chances are. I hate you too. Monday, November 28, 2005. Yeah Thanks For Nothing. I hope the holiday went well for all of you. Well, that's a lie, actually. I sort of hope it was as horseshit for you as it was for me. I know that's not a nice thing to say to the 2-3 of you people that actually check in on old Bill, but right now that's how it goes. So, if you haven't surmised, I ended up at my son's house for a Thanksgiving dinner. Not what I needed. The trend, in the years I...
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That's Mr. Tabernacle To You: October 2005
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That's Mr. Tabernacle To You. Chances are. I hate you too. Friday, October 28, 2005. The 'Silvia' Adventure Part 2. I don't know why I subject myself to this. I do something stupid and like an ass-ended moron, I write about my dumb follies on this goddamn blog. Seriously. Someone hit me in the nose with a hammer. I'm really getting stupid in my old age. I'm only a veteran of a foreign war. It's not like I've earned your respect or anything. Enough crying. Let me pick up the story a couple days later.
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That's Mr. Tabernacle To You: July 2005
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That's Mr. Tabernacle To You. Chances are. I hate you too. Wednesday, July 27, 2005. This May Be Hard To Believe. I guess there is cause for celebration in Blogger-ville. It would seem that everyone's least favorite cro-magnon asshole delight, Mr. Underhill. Has finally fucked off completely. Yes, yes, Bill-ites. It took me an while to catch up on the news and to sift through some of the words some people typed in my comments section, but I gotta tell you. This is good news. Okaythis is all the time I've...
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That's Mr. Tabernacle To You: April 2004
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That's Mr. Tabernacle To You. Chances are. I hate you too. Thursday, April 08, 2004. Posted by Bill Tabernacle at 12:22 PM. Shitburg, New Jersey, Uzbekistan. I was in the Korean War for crissakes. View my complete profile. Shit I Sometimes Read. Murray 'The Jew' Goldfarb. Youd Think I Died. Keep Wishing. I Didnt Need To See That. The Phantom Shitter 3: The Last Stand. Sometimes I Wish The Terrorists Would Just Win Alr. The Pounding In My Ears, The Pounding of My Fists. I Might Have A Roommate Soon.
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That's Mr. Tabernacle To You: Murray the Jew
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That's Mr. Tabernacle To You. Chances are. I hate you too. Thursday, May 04, 2006. My friend Murray Goldfarb (aka Murray the Jew) is back in action. I had no idea. The old prick didn't see it fit to call me up or anything. He's started a blog here. Who Needs A Drink? Christ. This is good news. He and I had some crazy ass adventures in the past. Posted by Bill Tabernacle at 2:53 PM. You make me happy to be alive. Get any Desired College Degree, In less then 2 weeks. Get these Degrees NOW! If you are an er...
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That's Mr. Tabernacle To You: May 2005
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That's Mr. Tabernacle To You. Chances are. I hate you too. Monday, May 09, 2005. Tired of It, Tired of You. Maybe I was just born to be an asshole. It's hard to tell. As I may have mentioned, (and if I didn't, I'm mentioning it now) I live in a somewhat dumpy apartment above a bar. It sucks that it isn't even the bar I work at, but that's another story entirely. I'll be fucked if that happens. The landlord is a worthless old cunt who still hasn't made it so the door on my mailslot will quit squeaking.
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That's Mr. Tabernacle To You: September 2005
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That's Mr. Tabernacle To You. Chances are. I hate you too. Wednesday, September 14, 2005. The Shit Is On. I finally got the word back from my contact on the police force. He ran the license number for my beloved Chrysler, Silvia. Sure enough, she's now owned by some 17-year-old snotrag. I've already looked up the punk's name and address and I took the midtown bus down to his neck of the woods. These are times I wish I had my old friend Murray the Jew. Sorry, little David Curtis. That's my goddamn car.
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That's Mr. Tabernacle To You: December 2005
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That's Mr. Tabernacle To You. Chances are. I hate you too. Friday, December 23, 2005. Hey Secret Santa. Fuck You! Enough about the shit I found in the toilet. I've had so many goddamn e-mails about this, it's starting to make me regret sharing the story. Yes, I should've saved it. One reader suggested I extract the thing and bronze the fucking turd. Admittedly, it would've made a hell of a doorstop. There are six of us working at the bar and I was the only one who said: 'Bullshit.'. Now, while I'm sure I...