2008mar16. So I had this silly plan for a 120sqft sandbag dome domicile, had it all kitted out and applianced in my feverish mind. 120 being the typical lower-end for a city’s heinous permit process to begin dictating exactly where you place that fucking grommet and you better put in a stove because the stove lobby paid us off. I already miss the place, I just know the ladies would have went wild for it ... “it’s cute and sustainable ... and in today’s ragged economy, that’s so prudent and wise! [SFX: smooch smooch smooch smooch smooch smooch smooch smooch smooch smooch]” But it ain’t happenin’. No, ladies, don’t go ... UltraJenga?
Speaking of the economy, why is it that no one’s started a bank death pool? Might as well have fun while we can (“I’m a puttin’ a hunnerd pre-de-valued bucks on Carlyle Group for Wednesday ... no, Citibank!”). Maybe I’m just not reading the right weblogs. [FX: cancels I Can Has Dungburger: Best of LOLbeetles]
