I'm walking back from the corner store, a burr[?] digging in a sore spot in my ankle and all the while thinking about how long I've been in Austin.

{Limpy the Clown [google him, I dare you] at the register inside 7-Eleven.
What do clowns buy? Small children to eat?
Terrible name for a clown.
Why doesn't it just call itself Flaccid Penis, the ( Read more... )