Flannel Shirt

Pee guitar

In my neverending search to find important developments in mankind's growth I give you Pee Guitar.

Reminds me of a joke by George Carlin that involved a group of men, a keg of beer and a Kent micronite filter.

 

It's not me, it's you

Joanie and I went to the Bagdad Theater to see "It's Not Me, It's You" last night.

Great night out. The stories and storytellers were great, from the woman who was arrested with her TV crew sneaking into the Bohemian Grove and ended up dating the security guard to a very sad and funny story about a sixteen year-old losing his virginity to a prostitute in East Pasco, Washington, which the moderately good-looking prostitutes leave to go to Tacoma to make a living. There was a great poet who is on a local public radio show. There were two columnists from a local paper who did a kind of "Can you top this?" when going through their hellish date nights, like the guy who took her to dinner at a soup kitchen and slept in a closet on top of his friend's clothes ("We didn't do it in the closet. We did it on the couch."), or the one who got a spontaneous bloody nose while performing oral sex, or the one whose date insisted on reading his favorite parts of The Fountainhead before they went out ("That wasn't the dealbreaker.") There was the vegetarian who spent a weekend with her boyfriend in Hershey, Pennsylvania where she was reduced to eating chocolate.

It really was a great show. The spoken word can be a wonderful thing. And it's great to have someone to share it with.