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Thursday, September 28, 2006

Aliens stole my nail polish

Here's my depressingly necessary links for the day: Stories of Meth addiction and survival. Meth is cheap, highly addictive and it's headed your way and your kids' way.
Foreknowledge is forearmed,
Other meth scariness.

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Miss Loontrout got a crappy boobjob, Mr. and Mrs. Crack-Penguin pull their tired old William Tell routine. Nanabush is still in the world.

Miss Loontrout got a crappy boobjob, Mr. and Mrs. Crack-Penguin pull their tired old William Tell routine. Nanabush is still in the world. Bingorage studio; Broken Vulture Art.

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Repairing shortened fins and mouth plate on large papier-mache bass.

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Bingo-Rage was an inside joke between my Mum and I. She was a diehard, loyal bingo player who passed away a few years ago. Her jones wasn`t the multimillion dollar jackpots bleeding Las Vegas dry, it was the insatiable $50 inside square and the lascivious, yet demure thousand dollar jackpot.

I could always tell when she had missed a big pot; holding onto a card that only needed two more numbers, when the ballcount was only at 36. Or, some such compelling position. She then watched twenty-two balls dance by, sometimes right next door; but fail to light on her stoop. She was steamed.

I smile and declare ``another clear, cut case of Bingo Rage. Tut, tut...``

That earned a harumph and we would run our post-Bingo routine: analysis of the night`s lineup and remembrances of triumphs past.

:Eric

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Aliens stole my nail polish

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