Misunderstandings.

K: Why do I keep getting these sperm emails?
Me: Spam emails, dear, it's 'spam.'
K: No, I meant 'sperm'--they're all about increasing my sperm count.
Me: Oh. Heehee. Sorry.

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(In a shop)
Me (pointing behind counter to pharmacy-type goods): Do you have any dental floss back there?
(Clerk turns around and picks up band-aids, hands them to me)
Me: Uh, those are band-aids.
Clerk: Oh, you wanted floss, for your teeth.
Me: Yes.
Clerk: No, we don't have that.

All about me.

A new demo: Twentieth Century.

Myspace page finally up!

That is all.

Ros, bring the chorus for us

I'm not posting this to toot my own horn (really, I'm not), but the contest shaping up here is pretty funny right now. Favorites are Sigur Ros feat. Paul Barman and, of course, Dan Bejar.

Not Fishscale, but close.

I love the internet. Listen.