Pucking Funs, eh? Also, the HG Wells Appreciation Society. "Quartz -- It Ain't Just for Time Traveling No More."
Miss Radio Fever.
That one guy, who plays the thing with the thing at the place. you know, he sings the song about the stuff? Yeah, her.
They Took Everything II. Dude, Where's My Mom?! Textual Healing -- The Kurt Vonnegut Story Party Time With Wayne Fontes Tastes Like Fun III -- Return to Fun
Oh, no thanks. I'm full. If I had any more I'd totally barf. Like, you know, that barf where like it burns coming up and like then burns later, for like the rest of the night so you can't have any more whiskey cuz you've already had waaaaay too much and punched that one dude who was dancing "wrong" to "Rock Lobster"? Summit like that. Ahem.
Know what else? If I had done something bad in the New York City area and had to go to trial for I'd be all like "I hope I don't get McCoy. Please God don't let me get McCoy. His closing arguments take in all the relelvant contextual details that haven't thus far bee ndealt with in the trial and bring them into sharp focus in a way that makes them irresitably logicla to to jurors and that, that i just cannot have as a defendant in this system. Mind you, the dark-haired ladies that have sat next to him over the years mitigate the circumstance slightly, but still -- fucking McCoy. You know he's laying in wait. Fuck!!! One squint from that bastard and it's 25-50 for some crime I totally didn't see coming!!!
You know? Everyone says Chariots of the Gods but you know what? It's a really good book! It's much better than the literary adaptation of the Six Million Dollar Man "Bigfoot" episode. Though that's not really all that bad at all, especially since there's like 8 pictures of Lindsay Wagner in action!