May 30th, 2005

I looked at those children, then at my own children, and came to a sudden realization: we must stop the Great Sperm Massacre. The Gadflyer  

In the summer, the never oft-changed underpants can be sensed from a full 400 yards away as the accompanying lady-folk of these cross-eyed clans hike their skirts in order to display the full expanse of white flesh, like a day-old slice of blubber from Moby Dick ? roughly the same size, roughly the same colour and certainly just as putrid. GODHATESGOD.COM  

I don’t know how difficult it must be on her end to sell only one doughnut, but there must be some complex paperwork shit involved for her to resort to such trickery. ‘N’ is for Neville, who died of ennui