killin' time in aisle nine
the original bad
9000's name was oh so prescient
going once, going twice, gone to the highest
one from the why
wasn't my wordcount higher? vault
deadline followup, minutes after the credits rolled
more fun with americanpiecrobat
who is erin
may the way of the hero lead to the
3, 2, 1.. it's on!
next on the list: army
whatever you say, whatever you do, i will be write
here waiting for you
incoherent and flowless, much like the
guess what? it's
gonna be me!
he's no bob probert, but
jim, this man is dead.
i've never actually seen this show.
are we not men? we are tivo!
of the dead-eye.*
look, ma, i rocked the
where did i put my manwich
these people appropriated my
work and didn't pay me. hmm.
it's not every day you get to talk to one of the
i'm the king of the flop.
flaccid or just plain rancid?
my favorite flintstones character is bamm
and to think i used to like clarissa.
fuck you, pay
did somebody say tapioca?
i don't even have to ask. stanley,
get your butt up here.
bond, i expect you to die.
i'm going to redesign this sometime soon, but i needed something quick
* - this piece use to reside at roughcut. aol+time warner==roughcut
go byebye. now it is archived here for posterior-ity.
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