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Ken McIntyre


Last Updated: 11/23/2009

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Gender: Male
Status: Married
Age: 40
Sign: Taurus

City: Boston
State: Massachusetts
Country: US
Signup Date: 9/11/2005

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Saturday, November 15, 2008 

Category: Life
So today I was out riding my bike. I was having lunch with my friend Jack - who is, as far as I can tell, an actual Communist, which is pretty funny, in 2008 - so I locked it up in front of the place, and there was a steady mist coming down. Weather in Boston in November is horrible. Anyway, I decided to take my bike seat cover off and take it with me so it didn't get wet. And then two seconds later, I dropped it in a fucking puddle.

That's like the very definition of irony. Holy smokes.

Anyway, sorry for my lack of bloggage. I'll fill you in on the last whatever months asap. Although I do want to share this with you:

Couple weeks ago, Stacey and I went to Tucson to celebrate our 7th anniversary, and while we were there, we visited a cave. It was called Colossal Cave, although the part we saw we pretty small and cramped. Anyway, we were on the tour, and there was this one part where, apparently, some bank robbers holed up while they waited for the trail to go cold. It was just a flat bed of dirt, nothing much to see, really. The tour guide is talking about how years later, the guys that built the stairs and stuff in the cave found a bunch of the robbers' gear, like tin cups or whatever, but they never found the gold. "Who knows, it could still be in here somewhere!" So there's this kid on the tour, probably 12 or 13 years old. He points at something in the murk and says to the tour guide, "Hey, what's that?"

With this unbelievably awesome combination of contempt and bemusement, the tour guide rolls her eyes.
"It's a rock," she says.
And everybody laughs at the kid.

I felt sorta bad; I have been that kid many times in my life, and not just when I was an actual kid. But still, it was fucking funny.

More later. Stay beautiful.
Ken
8:52 AM
 
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Gary
Gary Black

 
Aaaww.. I relate to that kid.


Good story, and by the way isn't irony a constant presence? (Rhetorical question)

Keep on rockin'!
 
Posted by Gary on Saturday, November 15, 2008 - 5:54 PM
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SANTERIA

 
I can relate to both stories too man... I was the freckled faced red headed kid with buck teeth named Ronald Primeaux; the correlations the school kids made to that certain McDonald character where demoralizing....h

As far as the bicycle seat. It looks kinda Ghetto, but if you have a foam seat that absorbs water like a sponge, and you leave the bike out in the elements like I do quite often....Wrap an old plastic grocery bag around the seat. Works...you can even use a commie bag (ala Walmart) or a hip eco bag from Whole Foods.
ha

Rock on,

Primo
 
Posted by SANTERIA on Sunday, November 16, 2008 - 7:25 PM
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Alex: Notorious T.A.L.L.
Alex Eruptor

 
Ha!

And Happy 7th Anniversary Sleazegrinder and Stacey!


Alex
 
Posted by Alex: Notorious T.A.L.L. on Monday, November 17, 2008 - 4:26 PM
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Brain Surgeons

 
That is the funniest thing I have heard/read today. Thxx.

 
Posted by Brain Surgeons on Tuesday, November 25, 2008 - 11:58 PM
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