
This blog is back up and running with the new year, as I am headed back to college at UB and Sam is filling in at the law firm for me, which is actually a raw job. I'm sure I'll have alot to mouth off about once school starts, lots of herbs who love Dane Cook and college sweatshirts and Fall Out Boy and Easy Mac and aviator sunglasses and girls who weighed 110 pounds in September.
The flick above is H-O Oats from today, in all its demolished blightiness, except for three killer doods who got up on the top of the tower (well, Ian's name got smashed by the wrecking ball today, but Evan! and Morgue are still running). Go check it out if you're in Buffalo, it won't be standing much longer because the
Native Americans are erecting a wack gaming establishment (calm down
Gooch, it's not a Halo Stadium).
Corner of Marvin and Perry, because you know where that is I'm sure.
So all three of these creepy as fuck stories came out on Tuesday, which should come as no surprise to those who know Tuesday to be the Day of the Mummy! Well, technically only two of the three stories are about mummified old women. The third is about a 106 year old who pulled some young bol and got too wild and crazy, sippin' on sizzurp (antifreeze) and doing that weird breath control sex that Nick Scinta is real into (chocking each other).
Mummified body found in front of TV CNN (1/10/06)
Italian man 'mummifies' mom CNN (1/10/06)
106-year-old, caretaker die in apparent suicide pact CNN (1/10/06)