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Friday, November 30
RIP, Evel Knievel
Wednesday, November 28
I wish, I wish...
Tuesday, November 27
Long Tall Tubesday #3

Another case of a 'wide stance'?
Monday, November 26


Rusty Trombone Heavily Used & Tarnished - $1
Reply to: sale-490349326@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-11-26, 6:44PM EST

Up for sale: One heavily used rusty trombone for the music aficionado. Excellent tone with plenty of life left in her. Although there is a strange odor emitting from deep within its bowels. Includes hours upon hours of free tutorials and "hands on" lessons. You will not be disappointed with this one. Just think, with Christmas right around the corner, what grandpa wouldn't love his very own rusty trombone. Hours of family fun to be had by all. Serious inquiries only, no tire kickers!!! No reasonable offers refused.
Sunday, November 25
Fuck Funtime America!
Friday, November 23
glumbert - The Japanese Narrow High Jump

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Thursday, November 22
RIP, Marty Ravelette.
Mayor Resigns, Claims Abduction By Satan Worshippers

CENTERTON, Ark. -- The mayor of an Arkansas town resigned on Wednesday, claiming he was abducted and brainwashed by Satan worshippers nearly three decades ago.

Centerton Mayor Ken Williams said he has been living under an assumed name for nearly 30 years. He had been mayor since 2001.

Williams told authorities he was born Don LaRose and that in the mid-1970s, he was a preacher in Indiana. He said he was abducted and brainwashed into forgetting all about his life as Don LaRose.

It was a double-life he had never acknowledged, Williams said, because he didn't even realize it existed until he had recently taken a truth-serum injection.

As Williams regained his memory, he said, he realized that he had a wife and two kids but that he had decided to leave and take on a new identity to protect them.

"I had no choice. The choice was to watch my family killed before my eyes or go with these people, and I chose instead to run," Williams said.

He wouldn't explain from who he was running, saying only that he had been brainwashed.

"I had multiple shock treatments," Williams said. "It took five years to get my memory back."

Williams said he took his current identity in 1980 when he moved to Centerton. His full name -- Bruce Kent Williams -- was taken from a man who died in a car crash back in 1958, he said.

"What happened in 1980 -- whether it was right or wrong -- I did it under the threat of my family and for my own survival," he said.

The information went public, Williams said, because he runs a Web site about Don LaRose and his disappearance. LaRose's former family found the Web site and started inquiring about its author. They found the site registered to a Ken Williams and went from there.

Williams said his current wife is standing by him and the two of them want to continue living in Centerton. He said he plans to continue living as Ken Williams.

Also, his resignation was signed with two names, he said.

According to police, Williams is under no investigation for any wrongdoing.
Wednesday, November 21
House of 1000 Muppets
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Tuesday, November 20
Long Tall Tubesday #2


Monday, November 19

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Sunday, November 18
FOTS: bobbysmokes.
So it begins....
So it begins....
Friday, November 16
Iconic Moments of the 20th Century
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Thursday, November 15

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Story Time!

So, last night I was over at M's house and we were reminiscing about the good ol' days of It is OK, back when there was no YouTube to muck things up, when all of the posts were text based, and I decided to kick it ol' skool style for a li'l bit today. So here's a story to keep y'all entertained.

Back in '97, when I was living in Savannah attending SCAD, an actor that I greatly admire, Kevin Spacey, moved to Savannah to work on a film that I wouldn't consider his best work: Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. Now if you know anything about Savannah, you know this movie is based on a book (known in Savannah as "the book") that supported the economy of the town for several years in the 1990's. There are stores, tours and restaurants that exist entirely due to revenue from this "novel". I read it, it was alright, but I'm not a huge fan. And in terms of Kevin Spacey flicks, American Beauty and L.A. Confidential are my favorites.

Anyway, before moving into a rental house in Savannah, Mr. Spacey sent his assistant to investigate the town and scout out accommodations. I don't remember the guys name, so I will call him Brett for the sake of the story. Anyway, while Brett was in Savannah for two weeks before Mr. Spacey's arrival, he visited several of the local taverns and ended up meeting a girl at one of the bars, I think it was the Exchange Tavern on River Street, but my memory is fuzzy. Now this girl, who I will call Jen because I can't remember her real name, was sister's with the girlfriend of my friend Tim. Tim was room mates with my other friends Dustin and Jeremy (who was known as my "little bitch"). This is important for later in the story.

After being in town for two weeks, Brett had to leave for L.A. I'm not sure if Jen knew he was Kevin Spacey's assistant, but I think she did. A week after that, Brett returned with Mr. Spacey and resumed his relationship with Jen. One night, Brett and Kevin Spacey met up with Jen, her sister, Tim, Dustin, and Jeremy at the Exchange Tavern again (I think). Kevin Spacey ended up buying everyone drinks and then they made their way to Pinkie Master's and eventually back to Tim, Dustin and Jeremy's house to smoke up and watch the episode of Saturday Night Live that Mr. Spacey had just finished taping. Mr. Spacey apparently went into great detail about all of the various substances that the writers and cast members of SNL indulged in during the creative process.

Unbeknownst to most of the participants that evening, Kevin Spacey had taken a liking to my friend Dustin. Dustin was a cute, skinny little guy, the kind of guy who didn't need to shave yet. But he wasn't gay. And Mr. Spacey was apparently hugging, pinching and grabbing Dustin all night, much to his dismay. According to Dustin, he was too star struck and wasted that night to properly quell Mr. Spacey's advances. That would come later.

About a week after this happened, and after quite a bit of good-natured ribbing from his friends, Dustin was at work one night when Kevin Spacey called him to see if he would like to meet for drinks later that night. Dustin was a little afraid of being by himself with Mr. Spacey, so he called Jeremy at their house to see if he would tag along. I just happened to be over at their house indulging in some nefarious activities when Dustin called, so I invited myself along as well. The more the merrier, right?

Jeremy and I met up with Dustin, Tim, Jen, her sister, Brett, and Kevin Spacey that night back at the Exchange Tavern for drinks and a game of pool. I noticed Mr. Spacey was being very affectionate towards Dustin. Dustin seemed very uncomfortable, to say the least.

From the Exchange Tavern we ventured to Pinkie Master's to enjoy the most crowded bar in the world and play some slide bowling. It was too crowded to get a drink, so after about an hour or so we headed back to Tim, Dustin and Jeremy's house. There we passed the bong around, me sitting next to Kevin Spacey the whole time trying to get a word in edgewise. He seemed very self-centered and self-obsessed, but I guess you would have to be to be an actor.

After getting extremely toasted, I noticed Dustin get up from the circle and venture upstairs to his room. He was gone for about twenty minutes and when he got back, Mr. Spacey got up and went upstairs to Dustin's room. He came back down a few minutes later, said his goodbye's and he and Brett headed home. I just figured it was because it was about quarter 'til four in the morning at the time. Later I found out that he left in such a hurry because while Dustin was upstairs he had written Mr. Spacey a Dear John letter. Dustin said that in the letter he tried to let Mr. Spacey down easy, expressing the fact that he was a huge admirer of Mr. Spacey's, but was not gay and did not want to lead Mr. Spacey on.

Dustin did not hear back from Kevin Spacey for a couple of weeks. When he did eventually call, he invited Dustin to a Wallflowers' concert, but Dustin is not a fan and refused the invitation.

During our conversations around the bong, Mr. Spacey revealed that he had just gotten out of a relationship with a woman, so I am left constantly wondering if the whole situation was some sort of method to get into character for Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, where Mr. Spacey plays a wealthy, swishy Southern gentleman who seduces a much younger local man. After the encounter, I also started noticing a theme of Mr. Spacey indulging in the "herbal remedy" in several of his movies. I guess art imitates life, or vice versa, or something like that. And that's how the story ends.


Wednesday, November 14
Tuesday, November 13
Long Tall Tubesday

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Sunday, November 11
"Without a doubt, my life is not average," he said. "But I'd like to say, just because it is excessive doesn't necessarily mean it's wrong."
Thursday, November 8
Somebody's got the right idea!


Monday, November 5
Sounds like a plan....

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From the Police Blotter:

A python was left on the doorstep of Keys Food Mart on West Rosemary Street Friday night.
Saturday, November 3
Complete. Behind The Music.
Friday, November 2
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