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Sure, I may be wearing a girl’s ¾ t-shirt with a picture of my face amongst a heard of camels, bordered with logos and/or pictures of every slurpee-serving convenience store in the US…

but…

… he’s sportin’ the latest beaner-wear. With a traditional donkey logo in the center, and a festive collar, this shirt is bound to please even the most savvy fashion critiques when they see the “beaner air conditioning” on the backside of this shirt (long slits up and down the back… the same markings one would get from crawling under a chain link fence).

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Today I ordered a Grande latte at a Starbucks in Tucson, AZ. It was 5:00 P.M. The guy taking my order asked me how I wanted it. Confused, and always weary of Starbucks’ employees (and their conniving questions), I told him I wanted it NOW. He didn’t think that was funny.

Apparently, he wanted to know if I wanted it hot.

As if there’s any other way to drink a latte.

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Mucho props again to theoliverproject…

…I’ve installed MT Blacklist and all is well.

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I will use this space and time to recommend a breakfast eating establishment in the greater metropolitan area of Tucson, AZ:

I recommend going ANYWHERE or ANYPLACE other than Mother Hubbard’s, located at the corner of Stone & Grant.

You’ve been forewarned.

Posted by Baq at 10:32 AM | Permalink

… HE always said:

"don’t drink and drive…

… you might spill your drink."

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This pic's for Sean; serving 2 years with no opportunity for nachos, whatsoever.

enjoy, Sean.

Posted by Baq at 9:34 PM | Permalink

Disclaimer:

MAY CONTAIN AN OCCASIONAL SEED

... gee, that’s funny; my watermelon has more seed in it than a freshman at senior prom.

Posted by Baq at 9:11 PM | Permalink

i agree with oliver

... this really is a cool site:

musicplasma (the music visual search engine)

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The annihilation of an entire species is a greatly serious topic these days. One to be addressed without doubt and with much conviction. That’s why I had only previously considered such drastic measures for two of God’s must despicable creatures: mosquitoes and cockroaches.

However, a new breed of offenders has since been added to my hit list.

The cat.

While it may not solely be the cat’s fault for making it on my list, I found the cat to be an easier mark, much easier to annihilate from the face of the Earth than the truly deserving delinquent: the cat’s owner.

So what’s my beef? Cat shit. Cat owners never pick up after their mangy pets. I have never seen a cat owner, bent over on the side of the street, tossing cat shit into a plastic bag. Ever. It accumulates. It’s everywhere. Nasty cat shit all over the place. Those things would shit on themselves if they weren’t too busy moving around shitting all over the neighborhood.

So what happens to all that cat shit that’s left on the street? I’ll tell you what happens… my dog eats it like a fat girl eats those tiny bit-sized Snickers. By the mouthful.

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Life has been on edge lately at the old homestead. Me and the old lady have been at each other’s throats, and I’m afraid it’s not gonna end pretty. Someone’s gonna get hurt. And I’m afraid it’s gonna be me.

All of this, because the garbage disposal is on the fritz.

It makes me think real long and extra hard… how did the caveman ever make it without a sink disposal? Just where did he put his leftover spaghetti sauce after it went bad?

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Late Monday afternoon, to cap off the weekend debacle that was last weekend in PB, Cory got a new-to-her surfboard. It’s an 8’-2” Robert August mini nose rider.

Surf camp pictures are soon to come.

her board.

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