A drunk Seahawks fan in the airport just yelled, "Super Bowl champions!" and I swear it sounded like "chuppa chow tampons!"
A flight full of beyond-wasted Seahawks fans bound for Phoenix just finished boarding here at SeaTac. It's like chemical warfare.
Judging from the throngs of loud, drunken Seahawks fans inside SeaTac Airport, there's some sort of "bowl" today that's quite "super."
Gwyneth Paltrow suggested steam-cleaning the vagina? Joe Don Baker urged America to napalm the taint in the 70s & no one cared.
In Tacoma tonight. Phoenix last Saturday. N. California 2 days ago. Philly 2 weeks ago. Atlanta on 2/15. I'M LIVING A STEVE MILLER SONG.

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Sat, Oct 21


31 HORROR STORIES -- "The Upper Berth" (1894)

@ 1:00 PM

F. Marion Crawford wrote this -- the bloated, bloviating cousin to Ambrose Bierce's super-short "The Boarded Window". While Bierce's tale genially strolls up to a sucker-punch ending, Crawford's little number is packed through with creepiness, horror, and fright.

And then...and then...the last goddamn line. Which considers all that's come before, and makes it so much worse.



 
 
   
   
   
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