Stained Parka Mafia
20 April 1999
5:34 PM: Egggggggggg Salad! Rocks my world! Feels so odd, but mmmmmmmmm it tastes so good!
Now you know not to mess with us creepy guys in black trenchcoats, I guess. Jesus. Someone I was talking to about this wondered how long it would be before someone blamed The Matrix. My money's on inside of a week.
After all, these are times when newspapers will straight-facedly publish assertions like Not-A-Doctor Sheldon ("I'm a medical professor - of SCIENCE!") Glantz's recent gem that, due to Governor Davis being slow to approve new anti-tobacco ads, "there are thousands of people who are smoking now who wouldn't ordinarily." Of course it's not the fault of those poor deluded sheep themselves! How can they know what is right and what is wrong? Have they eaten of the fruit of the Omnourouia Tree, as have I?
So these kids - let's see, I blame Marilyn Manson, The Matrix, those "alternative" comic books, and Calvin Klein, because he's always up to something.
8:25: I'm going to hell for that, aren't I? Oh well, not like I wasn't already booked for there anyway.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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