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City construction crew at 18th and Castro Guy #1: I found out what that is in the window. Guy #2: You mean that paperweight? Guy #3: Yeah, it's a paper weight, right? Guy #1: Nah. (Lowers his voice) It's a butt plug. Guy #3: A what? Guy #2: A plug for your ass. Guy #3: Not for my ass-- asshole!
posted by Eiríkur @ 5/03/2005 10:48:00 AM
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When I was six I remember sitting in the carbon-monoxide seats of my parent’s late ’70s powder blue station wagon. I would lip-sync to Crystal Gayle’s “Don’t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue” looking over at the drivers of other cars. I was convinced they would see me and think that I was Crystal, broadcasting directly to their AM dial. Recently I realized I was just high on fumes.
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