Attachment disorder

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Guns, yo.

Why criminals leave their guns at the scene of the crime.
Posted by thefrownyclown at 10:48 AM
Labels: Crime, guns

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Friend's of Frowny

  • Underground Curmudgeon
  • Martha's Vineyard
  • Cognitive Science Librarian

Not my friends, but blogs worth a look.

  • Someone that probably wouldn't appreciate a good hard fuck.
  • Neat pictures and nice tunes.
  • Some fascinating pictures by a french guy

Not even blogs, but worth a look.

  • God is imaginary.
  • My performance

Things that shouldn't be on blogs.

  • Lyrics to a complete song, unless your blog is lyricstoacompletesong.blogspot.com
  • Lyrics to a complete song because you somehow identify with it.
  • Lyrics to a complete song just because you're listening to it.

Things that shouldn't be.

  • Chunks of non-seeds in bags of sunflower seeds... yet, I'm finding myself drawn to it.
  • Cucumbers in gin... yet, I'm finding myself drawn to it.
  • 6 pounds of hummus in my fridge.
  • The phrase, "after his short battle with Leukemia."
  • A limit on the number of short term loans GSS gives out to one person per semester.
  • IBS.
  • Ingrown hairs.
  • Apple cores.
  • Huskymail. Seriously, this might be worse than an email address you get through barbie.com or some shit.
  • Committees.
  • Shits that take more than 2 flushes.
  • A tin with Christmas cookies in my bedroom. (I wonder how long they'll be there. I wonder how long before the ants take them away.)
  • Carbonated tea.
  • E-mails signed, "Cheers." ("Cheers" is for drinks. You may sign your e-mails as such if, and only if, you are drinking and recommend that I do the same.)
  • People saying "In this post nine-eleven world." (This is just an excuse for people to take things too seriously.)
  • Anything "dill pickle flavored" except dill pickles. (e.g., sunflower seeds)
  • Committees.
  • 1,100,000 hits for the word "cloaca" on google.
  • An inflatable, fuckable pig that wiggles its nose when you finger its cloaca in my bedroom.

What I have...

  • nicknamed my penis: placebo.
  • a new nickname for: my penis.
  • up my nose, but not when I'm driving: my finger.
  • missing from my tongue: skin (caused by new addiction to ranch sunflower seeds).
  • a new addiction to: ranch sunflower seeds.
  • to teach in a week: a class I've never taught before (and quite frankly don't know how).
  • behind me: shadow people.
  • in front of me: 11 empty Diet Coke cans.
  • on my right: too many empty Ritz packages.
  • on my left: clothes burning on the register.
  • completely revised: an IRB-FUCK.
  • partially revised: an IRB-1.
  • partially completed: an IRB-3.
  • completed: an IRB-2.
  • in the trunk of my car: 'sploded Diet Coke and high school year books.
  • in 6 days: exams.
  • cancelled for Valentine's day (for me): Valentine's day.
  • cancelled for Valentine's day (for my students): class.
  • to pay: fee bill, rent, car insurance, credit cards, phone bill, bookie, hooker.
  • been losing sleep over: needless drama.
  • knittin': a scarf.
  • smitten: my face.
  • bitten: my tongue.
  • to get: a pirate ship.
  • on my wall: a pirate flag.
  • too few of: days before my exams.
  • too much of: bodyhair.
  • too many of: socks.
  • to look forward to: weekends.
  • to sail my chocolate canoe in: a milk river.
  • to finish before Christmas: Christmas shopping.
  • started posting: too many videos.
  • to do: get my shit together.
  • too many of: tubes of toothpaste.
  • had two cans of today: Tab.
  • been unable to get rid of: meta-analysis.
  • done with my math degree: forgotten math.
  • been unable to stop watching: Frisky Dingo.
  • eaten today: something from a gas station.
  • found: yet another navy wool cap.
  • lost: my sailor hat.
  • intended to do: finish, and get the fuck out.
  • messed with: Texas.