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Current mood:  breezy Category: Life
if i was an 1890s vaudeville comedian who moonlighted as a mad scientist, and i invented a time machine and went forward in time to 2008, tenuously familiarized myself with the present culture, and tried my hand at twenty-first century standup, these would certainly be excerpted from my act in the morning newspaper:
this weekend, i was shopping at a hardware store. i was in need of a decorative mirror for my decorative bathroom. i asked one of the attendants where they kept the mirrors. he instructed me to take a right turn into aisle fifteen, go all the way passed the paint swatches, and stop when i see myself.
i met a palestinian woman in a bar over the weekend. i took her back to my room, but she turned out to be a prostitute. it was three hundred dollars* for intercourse, one hundred dollars* for oral sex, or fifty dollars* for a gaza striptease.
my friend filled a new prescription for klonopin (clonazepam) this weekend and gave me one to try. before i took it, i did a little research and found out some alarming things about klonopin. i went to my friend with my concerns, stating that he should be careful because i read that klonopin is potentially addictive and can i get another one?
*prostitutes only cost money if you don't kill them afterward.
3:08 PM
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