I had a work meeting at her magazine last year, and she not only stopped in to say hi, she sat down, chatted with me, then we ate quiche together. She was lovely, but no-nonsense. It was surreal.
I had a work meeting at her magazine last year, and she not only stopped in to say hi, she sat down, chatted with me, then we ate quiche together. She was lovely, but no-nonsense. It was surreal.
One for the museums, one for me, one for the museums, one for me...
As a classics major this is SO AMAZING!
But I thought in America you had a right to bare arms...
I’ll show myself out...
I’m installing a Safe Haven Box for burritos immediately. They must be no more than 1 hour old.
I read the 11:44 one as two men were “chasing” cars and was mad it didn’t get an honourable mention. I liked it better before I reread it.
You have my deep personal gratitude for referring me to this. Even the archives seem like excellent, hilarious ways of distracting myself after a tough day.
You’re right. Like a Bukowski original:
The one about the missing daughter reminded me of the time I went to the drive in with his cousin and his girlfriend. I spent the night because it was late. He dropped me off at our aunt’s hous n the morning because I was staying with her. The time he dropped me off was about 7. That's the time she and our other aunt…
The Arcata Eye’s old police blotter was hands down the best. Plenty of wacky calls and characters, but even the mundane ones would be published as haiku or limericks. Sadly they stopped updating it a few years ago: http://www.arcataeye.com/2013/03/arcata…
LMFAO AT THE CANADIANS OMG
Can we get a regular Jezebel feature of police blotter stories please and thank you.
Oh man if I were that woman I would frame that blurb.
Literally every drunk Scotsman gets the idea to just invade England. “I could dae it fuck the lot ae ye.”
Drew, my celebrity doppelgänger, we basically got knocked up at the same time.. Twice. So let’s get together and let our kids roll around in the grass while I peruse your closet and help you shed some old ensembles and make room for your new single lady looks. I really don’t mind.
I bought a little 1930 date book a few years ago for like 5 bucks at a flea market. Turns out to be the diary of young women, Daisy, and all the goings on in her Midwestern city that year. I just dug it out. On this date she wrote "Doc met me after work and we went to The Lyric and saw Sue Gordon(?) in 'The Big…
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