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Klutch.xls: i am my neighbor
Bad etiquite and an overwhelming sense of dread precluded me from inviting the Robot folk to a party at "Casa de Klutch.xls" tomorrow evening. But, if you happen to be in Boston or want to drive here from say, North Carolina, you can get directions to our home at www.38harding.com (just klick on the kat's face.)
. . .however . . .
I SAID
HOWEVER
check back here tomorrow . . . I may try to set up a web-cam and if I do I'll post the link right here. I'm just trying to get the lighting right in my bathroom.
anyhow . . . I am not creative in the least . . . so here's some "neighbors" from the 'ol college days
The Ribbon of Flesh or The Seemy Underbelly
He was gimungous and his t-shirts never covered the bottom of his belly. There was a visible crust there. I was friends with his roomate who showed me a pair of the Ribbon of Flesh's underwear which was litteraly caked with feces.
The Lovely and Talented Haggard Sue
The Ribbon of Flesh had a girlfriend, but he also had a friend named Sue who lived in an all girls dorm. To the Ribbon Sue was Lovely and Talendted. To the rest of us she looked like a beat 40 year old single mother hooked on Illy. Hence, the Lovely and Talented Haggard Sue.
Kerchief Girl
One time I pulled it off and her head rolled onto the floor.
Clown-Dogg
Back in the day when we would listen to Dr. Dre in a blacklit room while playing NHL on Sega and drinking "Shnees" everyone was "dogg." Bate-dogg. Chris-dogg. There was a guy who had "dog" in his last name so he was Dog-dogg.
Then there was Jimmy, and Jimmy was drunk and stoned, and nobody liked the new kid who we charged $20 for a bottle of Boones Farm, and Jimmy said:
"that guy, he's just a Clown. He's just a Clown-Dogg."
Ta
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