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bela:
But you did the right thing skipping pho, who knows what meat would have been in there.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 12:48:33 pm)

Detlef Sping:
So I found myself, cross-eyed and slurring, sitting at the bar attempting to coerce her into a conversation. I will be the first to admit that my etiquette was less than appropriate. I should also have probably kept my voice down. Being that I am rather boisterous when intoxicated, I should have tried to be a little more tactful when it came to my overtly hedonistic advances. I must admit, from what I can recall of it, Rosemary was a rather good sport about the whole thing. She must have endured my garrulous verbal tentacles for the better part of an hour before she hit me in the head with the beer glass. What was it with that town? Nothing but head injuries.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 1:05:47 pm)

Cushca:
Hello Sping.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 1:07:18 pm)

Detlef Sping :
Hello Cushca, Happy Birthday to you, I hope you get that bucket hat soon, it's really bugging me.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 1:14:13 pm)

Detlef Sping :
Nino appears to be a prat.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 1:14:40 pm)

Detlef Sping :
a day filled with whiskey consumption, pretzels, and powdered donuts.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 1:18:38 pm)

Detlef Sping :
Auf!
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 1:18:53 pm)

Cushca:
Bye Sping. Thanks for the well wishes. For me and my bucket hat.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 1:28:35 pm)

Detlef Sping:
The other day I came to the conclusion that it would be best to gather up all of my things and burn them. I will be happier for it, you see. I have decided to become a nomad. I am not exactly sure why I have decided to become a nomad but the decision seems quite nomadic in itself. I am going to live in a tent in the bushes behind the Hasty Mart. That way people will talk about me and my urban legend will live on into the ages. I will dine on domesticated pets, weave sweaters from the golden locks of cocker spanials, and fashion boots from the skin of drunken high school students whom I will trap as they stumble down the streets of my town in the middle of the night. I will be feared and hated by all. It will be great.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 1:56:36 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Excellent. I was accosted by PETA people on my walk to the ballpark. A person in a cow outfit and two really really hot girls wearing latex garters, bra and high heeled boots. They had signs that said, "Down with Leather/Up with Latex". I explained to the cow that my jacket was goatskin. Still, those chicks were hot.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 2:15:43 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Is Sping alright? He seems different somehow.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 2:17:47 pm)

Detlef Sping:
Sure I'm O.K. I've just been thinking recently, the world it's so spherical. An incomprehensible number of years ago something rather odd occurred. Something quite large and altogether volatile decided to explode. This sent a great manner of things every which way, some of it good and some of it not so good. Things flew, things cooled, things boiled, things adhered to the cosmic rules of magnetic repulsion and attraction. All in all it produced some rather interesting side effects. The most important of them being, of course, The Tilt-A-Whirl and The Garden Weasel©. I've also come to realize that most things aren't about keeping up defiant appearances in an attempt to bomb shelter whatever's left of some youthfully over romanticized inner core. But rather ones ability to convince ones self that life is nothing but a series of impractical maneuvers ending in a standoff with either a disappointing God or a disappointing Devil. And that might not seem like much to you, but that's only because you're waiting for the lights to change.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 2:28:04 pm)

Detlef Sping:
Drop anything on its head long enough and you'll probably get the gist of what its trying to say.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 2:32:38 pm)

Chewing Wax:

I know what you mean Sping.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 2:34:46 pm)

bela:
Lunch is over.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 2:43:30 pm)

Queenie:
I'm really, really, really hungry.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 2:43:56 pm)

Chewing Wax:
You should eat something
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 2:46:15 pm)

Queenie:
I have nothing to eat. :-(
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 2:47:02 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Oh I hate that.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 2:47:35 pm)

Chewing Wax:
No Crisco? Nothing?
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 2:53:37 pm)

bela:
I had to eat a big chocolate chip cookie because the food looked gross here today. Jasmine rice? Blech.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 2:59:36 pm)

Chewing Wax:
What's wrong with Jasmine rice? I love that stuff.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 3:02:08 pm)

Detlef Sping:
It beats domestic pets, thats for sure.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 3:05:44 pm)

bela:
It looked funny. All mushy.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 3:19:57 pm)

bela:
The cookie was pretty damn good though.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 3:20:07 pm)

bela:
Wheres Heruka, hes not around today. Maybe hes working.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 3:20:28 pm)

Chewing Wax:
You wouldn't eat Franco would you Sping?
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 3:20:49 pm)

Chewing Wax:
He's in NYC. Probably down in the lobby of your building as i type.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 3:21:04 pm)

bela:
Ha ha, thats funny. Oh shit.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 3:21:26 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Oh shit is right
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 3:21:38 pm)

bela:
No, someone annoying called me and I wrote what I was thinking at that second. When someone calls here there name pops up on the phone window.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 3:35:17 pm)

Chewing Wax:
It's funnier if Heruka just had you paged. But you can tell your story any way you like.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 3:35:50 pm)

bela:
He wouldn't eat my little lovebug Franco. I love Franco. Hes so gross and such a little pain but hes so cute and cuddly.
(Tue Apr 23, 2002 - 3:36:15 pm)