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Kill Will

The Cleveland Public Theatre sent me my invitation to the production Kill Will. Yeah, they say it has something to do with Shakespeare, but I know what they are after -- realism in the theater. And if killing some sucker like me means that they succeed, then they are going to do it. I'll sit with my back to a wall. They have no idea with whom they are fucking (See how I worked that Olde English word "fucking" in there?)

And here's a leftover from the Ingenuityfest:

What is that? Is that a huge wooden ball 8 feet in diameter?
Yes. I can't remember the name of it or the artist's name. What a crappy blogger I am.

And it's not too late to pick up your FDA-approved Dip Head: Skull.

I wonder about the placement of the colon in the title of the item. Are there other types of Dip Heads? The answer is: NO. Just the skull. Go figure (Okay, so you make an exhaustive search of all the internets, wise ass!)

I came across this pair of nice shoes on display while walking the dogs the other night.

They didn't look my size (that's my Keen-encrusted foot at the bottom of the photo for comparison), and the dogs gave them a wide berth.

And because I know that everyone wants to know what they should do, I decided to restrict my candy corn purchases to Brach's Candy Corn. Safe. Secure. Consistent flavor.

Posted by Bill at October 11, 2010 07:54 PM