What Your Underwear Says About You
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I went to Houston for Thanksgiving. Let me tell you what we ate: avocado salad, pork, beef, black beans, rice, yuko roots, fried plantains, Czech beer, Sangria with cut up apples, Roman Cokes, Pina Coladas, icecream cake, cheesecake…I can’t remember everything ( Read more... )

While we're thinking about bus drivers, I gotta tell you about Miz Mundry. She was a true Bus-Driving Legend. She probably drove my friend's grandparents to school, which made her about 900 years old when I was in kindergarten. On Christmas, she always made a big deal about the Jesus airfreshners and reindeer hats Mama let me pick out for her from ( Read more... )

"Who wants to ride da bus with the craaazy man? No body likes the Craaaazzy man? Will somebody please talk to the crazy man??" This is our Tuesday bus driver. He sings outloud and mutters to himself and shouts obsenities at imaginary people ( Read more... )

In her final stages of Alzheimer's, she would wake up in the morning and announce to the world "I am not fictional!" (paraphrased from Ambiguous Loss ( Read more... )

Fred's is a place for drinking, dancing, and mischief.  (my favorites).  Fred's is also the kind of place where all somebody's gotta do is look at you and then you've got their veneral disease. (something I worried about after being Bitten by a stranger while waiting at the bar).

At the end of the night the bartender was plastered.  He lost my ( Read more... )

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If you and I were alone in a room right now, what would we be doing? To make it interesting--you may post anonymously...
(Comment, then post this in your LJ, and see what the people on your Flist want to do with you).

I was going to be a jellyfish for halloween, but i'm too lazy and its too cold. Last night Holden let me borrow his construction worker stuff. The jumper's got a burn spot where he set his crotch on fire once ( Read more... )