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By the way, Chester A. Arthur didn't have a beard, he had the mustache/sideburns combo. I can't remember what that's called. Burnsides, maybe.

Yeah, except for some of the eastern panhandle, Florida isn't Dixie. There's people here who've never heard of sausage gravy or fried okra.

Amazing Grace on bagpipes.

Tampa has everything except Northeastern stuff. So I can't get good clam chowder and the like.

I don't enjoy getting really drunk when I'm out. I just... can't trust myself. So this pregaming is something I've never done. I will empty the tobacco from cigarettes and fill them with weed, though.

This is weird, but if you want to hear what I consider the greatest piece of piano ever, listen to Diamanda Galas' version of "I Put A Spell On You". Nothing special, really, but she smashes it.

You'd have to totally go Logan's Run to make it work. And even that failed at the end.

If you can play one or two songs on the piano, you can often give the appearance of being really good by slowly making a denigrating slip into randomly smashing the keyboard, or hitting it with your face. Pass it off as jazz improv.

What was the other? Also, I'd imagine laughing at a gay sex scene would occur in many audiences regardless of how it was done. I'm only going to watch the dvd, so I can't judge for myself.

This Coke was average. It tasted ok, but it bored me. I had an idea that it might be good with whiskey, but I don't drink whiskey anymore, so it does me no good.

I virtually guarantee that you can.

We have them in Florida also.

That's what I said.

Navy. Because I'm a seaman. I love the sea.

To the immediate family. She was quite flattered.

ah they're just doing their job, man...my brother worked at a grocery store in customer service and got busted in one of those lame "sting operations" where a kid (a teenager who looked older) would go buy alcohol and then tell the cops if it got sold to them. of course, my brother is a fucking idiot, but still, he lost his job and got a nice heavy fine. I just hand my ID to them right from the get go before they even ask, can't hate on them for doing their job. True enough. The odd thing is just how it's only people younger than me who want to see it. I've decided that young people just can't judge a person's age, because my mom was once famously carded, and she's over 50.

To a 10 year old, sure. The thing about buying liquor and cigarettes I don't like is being asked for id by people obviously younger than me. If you could see my beard you would share my outrage.

I half wanted him to outlive the rest of the cast, but with Eddie it was only an outside chance.

I've been to a church of every race. Even a snake handler service once, which I must admit was the most entertaining.

I worked in a drive thru late at night, once. Taco Bell. Drunks would order peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and shit. We'd make them a soft taco and tell them it cost $15, then pocket their money.

Who set the slaves free? A white man. I've yet to hear one thank you.

Why would she admit to it when she's apparently been clean for a year anyway? She wants attention. And while this really has nothing to do with the subject, I'll say it anyway. That episode of Family Guy where Brian is talking to that girl about John Coltrane and they say they like him before he got clean. Everybody knows Coltrane's best work was after he was off the junk. That's just something people say to sound cool, like James Bond ordering his drink shaken, not stirred.

It's just "Wanted Dead" though, isn't it? The lack of "or Alive" seemed the cleverest part of it.

Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, black people. It's one month or never.

I actually did that. There was an emergency C section.