Saturday, September 08, 2007

Dolce farniente


In the belly of the Nanny State. Aahhh, the hard life on Planet Pepe.
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3 comments:

Mr roT said...

you're back! I was getting ready to close up shop here

9/08/2007 1:39 PM
My Frontier Thesis said...

JJ, you can't just leave FCP for months on end, return, and if disatisfied with frequency of contributions after a week close up shop. Well, I guess you could. But it's unecessary. Stay open for business, damnit.

Now I'm off to search for an entire fish, head and all. I'll be attending a private dinner party tomorrow evening, and I know there'll be alot of vegan and vegetarian hippies there. I'm bringing flesh and bone dishes, and wearing a tie to counteract the pechuli and superficial pacifism. I may even suggest taking them all out back, throwing them a bar of soap, and hitting them with the pressure washer.

Land-locked as I am, it's a bit of a chore finding fish in-tact. I envy you bastards on the Atlantic and Pacific coasts. I may just have to go drop a line in the cool Missouri River waters.

9/08/2007 3:49 PM
My Frontier Thesis said...

Where's the last straight monestary in the West? Are you talking about that bunker shot that AI posted?

9/08/2007 7:20 PM

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