Down In The West Texas Town Of El Paso
I've still never been outside the United States despite my best attempts against whitey's oppression. Well, once we almost accidentally went to Mexico when we got lost around San Diego, but the rental car girls told us specifically not to take the car into Mexico.
For the record, the girl in these comics is nobody in particular; I live by myself and it would be too dumb to show me talking to a lamp or a stray cat... or would it be just dumb enough?
Also I did some math and five gallons of ticks = 1.5 billion ticks.
posted by jeffrey rowland at 2:46:00 PM
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(i like your moustache)
when i was a dishwasher one of my co-workers, a 40-year-old waitress, sent another co-worker, a 40-year-old cook, a birthday card full of dead ticks. to retaliate, the cook made us dishwashers give her snippets of our pubic hair to include in a return card. since i have none i just cut some off of my beard, which is curly, yet light and whispy.
Tried it once, caught hell for it.
How exactly would one collect five gallons of ticks?
Eeugh. I'm shuddering.
Jeff - You are the man!! You are witty, hilarious & even talk about whitey!! If only you were in Georgia!! :)
Jeff, that woman is obviously the blond, resurrected Ayn Rand. She's wearing that Objectivist dollar-sign necklace.
Why are you living with Ayn Rand? And how did you get her to bleach her hair?
John Sabotta
I gotta find out what ticks are...
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