Dismal though the Bulls are tending to look as of late, there’s great joy to be had in seeing Brad shave his head again.

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Dismal though the Bulls are tending to look as of late, there’s great joy to be had in seeing Brad shave his head again. Can you guess who this mystery doucheball is?
YES! It’s Dead Wife Man™ live and in person in the Best Buy® Rotunda at the Mall of America® on March 5th. And I was there!
I had no plans to go to MOA that day and had no idea that any (accent on) special events were scheduled or anything, but I was feeling unreasonably agitated and decided a long ride on the light rail was in order. It was like DWM was CALLING ME, which certainly explains the awful fidgety discomfort I experienced. I tend to ignore whatever is happening in the rotunda when I get there, so it wasn’t until I’d already done a lap around the mall and skirted by on the second level that I spotted DWM’s cheesy mug smirking at me and I was like OH. YES. Even though my phone battery was at 1 percent, I wrestled to get the camera rolling as a curious young man in head-to-toe Enyce engaged me in conversation. Apparently I missed DWM performing. Oh what a tragedy. Enyce: Who’s that down there? Is he anybody? I finally got a few pictures of the grandeur:
Look at that CROWD! I must remember that as long as AI and MOA remain a potent combination, I must bring my Flip with me at all times. I could’ve brought you the magic in HD motion! After careful consideration and soul-searching discussion with my family, clergypersons, imaginary friends etc., I have come to the realization that there is simply no way I can get involved in this year’s Idol. The reasons are many, and here are but a few: 1) Forget it, Jake, it’s Chinatown This show is beyond help and […] I couldn’t possibly be less excited about the advent of AI right now, but my last day of class is tomorrow (or today, rather) and I don’t have a job which means, um, I have nothing else to do. It’s time to be afraid, be very afraid. Mind, I’m far more afraid than you are! […] Yesterday was me and Chris’ sixth anniversary. Laugh along as I admit I thought it was actually five years and Chris corrected me since he took more math in college than I did. Yes, this really happened. I sing this song for him every year at the karaōke night nearest our anniversary and […] My respiratory system is on fire, that is. I must have the consumption or the swine-bird or something similarly godawful and it won’t go away. I’ll be back in a sec, but in the meantime here’s a lovely dream of a man talking about how to make dirty movies. NSFW if you W for […] First thing’s first: I really need to get over having a precisely and customly self-designed WordPress identity and just put up something that will just put things up, so it will be easier for me to put up with putting things up. It’s a deal! Although I’ll have to change this text face eventually. […] |
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