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Hey, look... a post where I'm not just quoting other people...
There was one post-"concert" photo that I neglected to post, but only b/c it happened the day after... Allison and Scott and Raven sitting around my house. I feel so... popular. Life Goal #1: Check. Also... unless I'm greatly mistaken... the contents(?) of that table are ("contents" is one of those plural/singular nouns things that sounds like the subject/verb doesn't match, right?) interesting. Or funny. Or not. But maybe I just wanted to talk about the finer points of the word "contents."
A few weeks later Brooke graced us with her presence for a few hours while visiting these fine united states (NOT a proper noun in this case). She chose a good night since Wednesdays are Wongdays at 300 East. As I understand it, Dustin has actually been to 300 East but has no idea what a wong is. These, Dustin, are Wongs. They contain some alcohol.
The most amusing thing about this place is its bathroom doors. There are no words written. No pictures of people in dresses or jeans. None of those circles with a symbol on them that are supposed to mean "man" or "woman." Not even a "V"-shaped space b/t Jesus and Mary Magdalene signifying the sacred feminine. Just some dogs. Before you can take a pee, your drunk ass must correctly locate and identify the dog sporting a rock-hard boner. Then. And only then. May you pee in peace. Now that I think about it, it would probably actually be worse if it was all limp.		After successfully completing the Ordeal, you are at least rewarded with a porcelain potty complete with easy-access ashtray. The only place I've ever been that encourages smoking in the boy's room.
wow. I am so about to cry. I just spent the last many hours writing a report about the comic convention... I opened myspace in a separate browser window to look up a profile, and ALL of my IE windows crashed. I so fucking hate myspace.