I don't know about you guys but I drove out into the country early Sunday morning to try and catch a glimpse of NASA's comet dust flying saucer thing burning up. I ended up at an airport and waited around for 15 minutes. Besides the coke machine that was rattling and scaring the shit out of me, there was nobody around for a good distance. I hung around until a little after 1:56 AM or whatever time it entered the atmosphere, no dice. Didn't see anything except for something that was probably a plane, what with the blinking red light on the side of it and all. Thanks for nothing again, NASA.
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Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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