it started yesterday i was thinking of the 80's as i so often do wondering things like when can i wear that cute peplum-waisted jacket again & this morning they played der kommissar & i thought hmm i think falco's actually dead but the song lives on & on & then i was sitting working & there was this commentspammer bob & in the course of blacklisting bob i visited the comment spam clearing house attacking the spammer business model (yay!) which in turn led me to slashdot & so i was reading the comments & you know that self-parodying shit gets me every time which reminded me fondly of old 9622, the Thread that Launched its Own Website & somehow ended up reading the comments in a thread about having a personal theme song & they mentioned DER KOMMISSAR & then i personally subsequently ended up at the gas station getting a caramel drumstick & a litre of pepsi blue berry cola fusion instead of two bottles of diet vanilla coke & it's hot out & i was eating the drumstick on the way back across the street & ice cold frozen chopped nuts were dropping into my cleavage.
the gasoline choir: November 2003 Archives
kfc: can i help you?
me: yes, i'd like a six piece chicken strips meal with mashed potatoes and ... one of those twister thingys.
kfc: will there be anything else?
me: yes the bitch in the blue truck in front of me? i waited in line fifteen minutes & the suv in front of me bailed & while he was bailing that bitch cut in front of me, not more than a minute after she pulled into your side driveway. could you hork a big ole loogie in her food please?
kfc: my pleasure ma'am
me: thanks, there's a big tip in it for ya. but don't call me ma'am.
my teeth dance like chatter like the edge you know the edge this is this is the edge & you do know. you know. you do.
& also you have no fucking idea. there's that.
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