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The wedding begins with Dr. Love strutting down the grassy aisle to the synthline from "Final Countdown." Behind him, the groomsmen and groomslady dance and whiplash multicolored streamers ( Read more... )

A couple other people have done this on the LJ and I think it's a good idea.

Of all my circuslike day-to-day surroundings / apartment paraphernalia, what do you wanna see photos of? Lemme know and I'll post 'em in the comments.

There's this crazy old man under my window with a bicycle, and he's screaming about Obama in a cracked, anxious voice. "I DON'T WANT ANOTHER DEAD PRESIDENT, DO YOU GUYS? WELL YOU MUST IF YER VOTIN' FOR BA-CROCK OBAMA! HE'S BA-CROCK OBAMA BECAUSE HE'S A FUCKIN' CROCK JUST LIKE THE REST!!! BA-CROCK OBAMA!!!" Complete with the bicycle, he's a dead ( Read more... )

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So I'm in the direct center of this diaphragm-flexing Rodgers & Hammerstein pile-up. I am, sadly, the wiry 15-year-old in the powder blue cowboy shirt and bolo tie, with the vibrant note-extending gesture. I know of at least one of these kids who is now dead.

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