Communist terrorist corporate spam facist warmongers have been hammering my contact forms with completely pointless spam, so I've been forced to implement a neat PHP captcha script to force my visitors to jump through flaming hoops like tigers in a discount circus. Swing by my contact page and amuse myself by sending a message after studying and typing the multicolored letters flying around the random generated image. Such fun!
Yes, we regularly use AIM when we're busy in separate rooms of the house. Ah, geek love.
sixfoot6000: OMG the donut i bought for jeremy already had a bite out of it
sixfoot6000: that's disgusting i'm calling dunkin donuts
photoboothjenny: uhh...
sixfoot6000: fucking gross
photoboothjenny: er...
photoboothjenny: wait
sixfoot6000: ...ringing...
photoboothjenny: no!
sixfoot6000: ringing... what?
photoboothjenny: ui did it!
photoboothjenny: i ded it
photoboothjenny: craP
sixfoot6000: wtf?
photoboothjenny: I DID IT
photoboothjenny: It was me!
sixfoot6000: what?
photoboothjenny: I ate the donut
sixfoot6000: oh oh
sixfoot6000: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT
photoboothjenny: I'm sorry
sixfoot6000: lol
sixfoot6000: hahaha
photoboothjenny: BECAUUSE I LIKE FATTY BREADY FOODS~!!
sixfoot6000: hahaha i tricked you, and you confessed! your shame is your just reward
sixfoot6000: the donut was for me all along! muahahahaa
photoboothjenny: oh?
photoboothjenny: well maybe i already knre that
sixfoot6000: maybe you need a typing class.
photoboothjenny: suck it.
Last month I went down to visit my friend Erik, who moved to the Providence area recently to be closer to work and further from home. It rained on that day (though not as hard as it's raining today) and we sat in his apartment, chatted about computers, strolled around the neighborhood, and took a drive to Thayer Street. As far as I could remember, I hadn't been there since 1994, back in the days of yearly Morphine shows at Lupo's Heartbreak Hotel. I was with Jeff Dionne. Whatever happend to that guy?
During that visit in 1994, I had the best sandwich I've ever eaten. I rembered it as having been called "The Riggs." As I discovered when I unknowingly wandered into the same sandwich shop with Erik last month, it's actually called "The Juggs." And it's actually still awesome: hot turkey with bacon, cranberry, cheddar, and special sauce. So yummy.
But yummier than the actual sammich was a small realization: I've been subconsciously chasing that sandwich since 1994. It's flavored my taste in all sandwiches, everywhere. During my tenure as head chef at Southers Marsh, I added a special Cranberry Club to the menu, that golfers are stil munching on today. Everytime I throw bacon on turkey on rye, it turns out, I've been striving for Geoff's.
HONESTLY HOW MANY PEOPLE'S LIVES HAVE BEEN TOUCHED BY THAT SAMMICH???!!11!1?!?!
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