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May 20th, 2008 |
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Coming to a Tourism Ad Near You! 1. New Jersey: Finally a state that looks up to West Virginia. 2. New Jersey: Home of the famous wife beaters and beaten wives. 3. New Jersey: The skid mark in America’s underpants. 4. New Jersey: Because A**hole was deemed inappropriate. 5. New Jersey: Best described by Tony
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May 20th, 2008 |
By Defenestration
GONE WITH THE WIND This movie was OK, but it was no 300. Seriously, have you seen 300? That movie had such cool special effects and action scenes. I’m a very masculine guy, but I’m not afraid to admit that some of the love scenes in 300 made me cry, and also some of the
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May 20th, 2008 |
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(Click to Enlarge) ———— Jeff Crouch is an internet artist in Grand Prairie, Texas. Google “Jeff Crouch” to see where he has been. Christopher Woods lives in Houston and in Chappell Hill, Texas. It is in the latter place that he hears coyotes cry at night. He doesn’t mind them as much as the occasional
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May 20th, 2008 |
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Artwork by Randy Thurman Text by Luigi Fairbanks and Randy Thurman When I asked Mr. Thurman about his painting “Wanna Play,” he looked at me with such intensity that I feared he was trying to turn me inside out with his mind. After three minutes of unsettling eye contact, Mr. Thurman gave up this pursuit
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May 20th, 2008 |
By Defenestration
I’m at a bar and I’m supposed to be trying to figure out what to do with my life, but instead I’m hunting deer. Bucks. Some of them hide behind the trees and some of them come running out into the clearing from the edges of the screen. I’m pumping the little plastic rifle as
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Comments Off on “Deer Tales,” by Ken Brosky
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