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by Normal Bob
God bless
this stranger. At the Halloween party we were at he came
over and entertained us with so many fuckin' great stories.
That lady
on his shirt is his dead wife, and he's tryin' to profit
off of her face because she fucked around on him when
they were together because nobody wants to be with a fuckin'
junky.
All that and
never once did he explain what the fuck happened to his
goddamn forehead! |
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by Normal Bob
| You know what?
Screw all you dumb-fucks out there with your 50 hour work
weeks, full coverage health insurance, stock options and
paid holidays. That money basket is a Horn of Plenty when
it's surrounded by wiggle-wobble-dolls, Casio beats and
some old dude who never even had to learn a word of English
to get your dollar. |
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by Normal Bob
Imagine if
most of your daily schedule revolved around the possibility
of being beamed up into the mother ship and taken away
to a far off galaxy so you could be with your own kind
for the rest of infinity. Then imagine if along with all
that you still had to figure out what you were gonna wear
that day.
Imagine that. |
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Photo by Normal Bob
| My god. What
sort of creatures are we breeding? Don't we have some
responsibility to spare lesser life-forms the cruel and
humiliating fate of knowing the realities of being a ladybug-pooch? |
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by Venessa Nina
God I love
Insectivora. From the top of here dreaded, tattooed head
to the tips of her dreaded, tattooed toes. Never in your
lifetime will you see a tattoed beauty like that of this
insect-eating Coney Island oddity from "Parts
Unknown."
But alas,
she doesn't even know I'm alive. |
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Photo by Normal Bob
| It all sounded
so glamorous in the classifieds when it said: "Actors
wanted... work in the entertainment industry... fresh
air... friendly people... and big Hollywood roles!" |
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| I took this
picture on the train thinkin' there was a chance he was
just a guy fallin' asleep on his way home from work or
something. |
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by Normal Bob
| But this is
totally a junky. And you can be sure it's junk when no
matter how far they sink they never... ever... really...
totally... fall... over. |
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by Normal Bob
So I make
the decision to go down and try to get on the Howard Stern
show to promote the site. I was so hopeful, right up until
this asswipe showed up and reminded me just how low I'd
sunk.
He's a "Human
Fire Alarm." Get it? And I stood there for 4 hours
while he pointed that thingy at everyone who walked by,
and at me everytime he asked "Do you think they'll
let us up?" |
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by some stranger
| Um, so yeah.
What really can I say? |
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