Friday, August 3, 2012
Postcards from the edge of hell
Posted by Randal Graves at 11:31 AM
Labels: cleveland, pure comedy pyrite
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I know life's a bummer baby, but that's got precious little to do with me
Posted by Randal Graves at 11:31 AM
Labels: cleveland, pure comedy pyrite
15 comments:
You say pyrite, I say Peryite.
http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Peryite
You say Peryite, I say Peryton.
IF YOU HATE CLEVELAND SO MUCH WHY DON'T YOU MOVE?
SUCH NEGATIVITY DOESN'T HELP DOWNTOWN REVITALIZATION.
Damn, and I thought Twitter was lame.
You may be on to something. A replacement for a letter from camp.
No mon
No fun
No sun
Your son
To which father replies:
So sad
Too bad
Your dad
You say Peryton, someone's gonna say Peyton (sniff).
"I've been a Clot my whole life..."
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Cool postcard, with cleverly modified prefab message snippets and not-so-subtle phallic symbol visual motif.
I especially like the way Clevelandistan looks so neat, clean and tidy. No traffic snarls, no smoke-belching trucks and buses, no herds of pedestrians risking life and limb, no menacing teenage ne'er-do-wells on skateboards, no derelicts passed out on the neatly trimmed grass.
Did you order this through Reader's Digest, or something?
I bet Carol's mom was surprised when she got this one. Drunk in the cemetery again?
Very good article. Congratulations.
BB, short and not-so-sweet existed even during wartime. Though if we had had the Space Casino, we would have defeated Japan in 1942 instead of 1945.
SOMEONE'S NOT THINKING OF THE CHILDREN.
if, Eli's coming, you better hide your punt returner.
SWA, JAYWALKING KILLS, I can't believe you forgot to mention that won't someone think of the casino-goer?
I'm guessing the Duchess came across this in going through ye olde crapp in archives.
susan, at least she can be glad her offspring wasn't damoclesed.
Hey that last comment was from an Al Qaeda spammer hawking the latest in bomb hiding clothing. What's with that?
Graves, you swine!
You don't send me flowers anymore.
Regards,
Tengrain
Well, be grateful you weren't Damoclesed. At least that's what I'm assuming since that box wasn't checked. Things always go better when you can keep your head during a sticky situation.
Does Cleveland look a little like, uh, Budapest?
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