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Thanks for posting! dcd

I have a beer coozie/cozy/kozy from a Neil tour from many moons ago that says, "Sponsored By Nobody". I think you're probably safe that Neil won't "sell out". dcd

Because you didn't use bold. dcd

Thanks for noticing. Wow, this is the first time ever I've ever been called out on VC. I feel flattered. You know, I only do it for the attention because I yearn for human interaction. Sorry to offend your mature sensibilities, auctioneer69. dcd

heh heh. "boob". dcd

Are we supposed to be talking about this?

Happy Birthday, mang. dcd

What?! Nobody is going to step up and make a crack about his beard? dcd

Robert Allen Zimmerman (Shabtai Zisel ben Avraham) was born on May 24, 1941, in Duluth, Minnesota, and raised there and in Hibbing, Minnesota, on the Mesabi Iron Range northwest of Lake Superior. dcd

The brefest of champions. dcd

Happy Birthday, Jesse!!!!11!!!11! dcd

I agree, it was a brilliant episode. I didn't think Christopher's demise was hollow. We sat in shock. I honestly didn't think they'd take Christopher out. One question, though... Did Tony yell, "I get it!" or "I did it!" in the desert? If he gets it, what does that mean exactly? anyway, dcd

Vodka gimlet because I got fucked into standing in some huge ass line at Dulles and now won't be in Detroit until midnight. At $6.50 a piece, at least they pack a punch. dcd

Hey Birfday, SarahC!!!! dcd

I wonder if they're still cocky punks now that they are in their forties. dcd

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday night. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk

Tommy: "Well, the poor thing, it got-- I hit him and this, uh-- We hit the deer and his paw-- What do you call that?" Tommy's Mother: "The paw?" Tommy: "The paw, the..." Tommy's Mother: "The foot." Jimmy: "The hoof." Tommy: "Yeah, the hoof got caught in the grill and I gotta, I gotta hack it off." Tommy's Mother: "Ooh." Tommy: "Ah, Ma, it's a sin, I can't leave it there, you know."

Wow. That is really good. Thanks for that! dcd

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So, this is going to be on par with the instrumental only album "The In Sound from Way Out", except that this will be all original material, whereas TISFWO drew from Ill Communication and maybe Check Your Head? I'm not sure how to feel about this yet. The idea works better as a side-project or something you put out with little fanfare or announcement. Huh. Well, I'll end up buying it anyway. dcd

Ok, with the emphasis on playing instruments again, does this mean MixMaster Mike won't be involved? At least it means that hopefully Money Mark is back on the keyboards. Paul's and CYH The hiatus is back off again. dcd

Dude... You aren't the least bit paranoid that your wife could happen upon this and know about you and your special friend? I'm not slaggin' on ya, am just curious. Do you share a computer at home that she can see VC in your history or anything? dcd

So they can both watch the hockey game!

I just got right center, row something or other. I suppose if Google Maps says it takes 1 hour and 1 minute to get there from Fairfax (where I work), that means it'll really take 3 hours because of traffic? I'm still trying to get used to the traffic around here. anyway, dcd

Hey, why the long face?