Yesterday I was at the farmer's market and a man walked by with fangs (no, really! fangs!). No costume, nothing special except the fangs. Just a little kick in the boring reality that is DC!
'Bushwhacked'
Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People
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Could it be that A*n C******r is the bastard child of Ayn Rand and G*d?
Wouldn't that make her half-Jewish? Isn't it convenient that the Democratic party leaked this information only weeks before the midterm elections!
Yesterday I was at the farmer's market and a man walked by with fangs (no, really! fangs!). No costume, nothing special except the fangs. Just a little kick in the boring reality that is DC!
Hee!
(Of course, I have the little container that holds my fang caps in my purse right now, but I am one with my cliché.)
Wait--fake fangs? Or having had his incisors filed?
Wait--fake fangs? Or having had his incisors filed?
Or real vampire.
Or real vampire.
AHHH! Reverse vampire!
Or having had his incisors filed?
I really hope fake fangs, because just reading that makes me teeth hurt.
My incisors are naturally kinda pointy. Not much longer than the rest of my teeth, though. Subtlely pointy.
Once, a dentist suggested he should file them down for me. I almost ran out of his office. You can't let someone like that touch your mouth when you're under anesthesia; you'll wake up with Chiclet teeth.
Anyone have a Chase credit card with RFID? Apparantly they are quite easily hacked. The hacking thingie just has to get near the card to read it.
AMHERST, Mass. — They call it the “Johnny Carson attack,” for his comic pose as a psychic divining the contents of an envelope.
Tom Heydt-Benjamin tapped an envelope against a black plastic box connected to his computer. Within moments, the screen showed a garbled string of characters that included this: fu/kevine, along with some numbers.
Mr. Heydt-Benjamin then ripped open the envelope. Inside was a credit card, fresh from the issuing bank. The card bore the name of Kevin E. Fu, a computer science professor at the University of Massachusetts, Amherst, who was standing nearby. The card number and expiration date matched those numbers on the screen.
My dentist offered to file down the edge of one of my wisdom teeth, when it moved and was irritating my tongue. As an interim measure, before getting it yanked (which it later was). I did not query him on the matter of whether one whips out the steel file with anaesthesia or without; I just fled screaming.
Wouldn't that make her half-Jewish?
Oh, now I have The Chanukah Song in my head. "A** C***** is half-Jewish, Wossname from the Virginia Senate Race is too/ Put them together, what a psychotic, fucked-up Jew!"
(My favorite version of that lyric involves Paul Newman and Goldie Hawn.)