Month: September 2007

Sick Boy

When I moved flat on wednesday, I neglected to bring a duvet or pillows. I also forgot I’d left my sleeping bag with Maria in Bath. Hence, since then, I’ve been sleeping in the nud, as is my wont, with the window wide open and no covering. The neighbours must have had an eyeful… Surprisingly,

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I *only* called to say I love you.

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } I *only* called to say I love you., originally uploaded by Hot Grill. Playing on the false equivalence of “only” and “just”, Dave wrote this cartoon. He can be very creative when he wants

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Charlie Branaski

That’sPeanuts, by Charles Bukowski The dog finished his supper and disappeared into the doghouse. A minute later, he walked out wearing a leather jacket and dark glasses and padded right past Branaski and out the gate. “You ungrateful son of a bitch. I oughta let you starve.” Thanks to Ed Boucher for this.