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Saturday, October 08, 2005

YOU ARE DOOMED!

Ladies and gentlemen, it is once again the second full week in October, and you know what that means! It's time for the annual Jesus Petes Coloring Contest. The rules are simple: create, either on the computter or with your trusty Crayolas, a picture somehow related to the Jesus Petes. Send it to jesuspetes@yahoo.com, and we'll post them up. Please, send stuff in so Boko and I don't have to make up a bunch of fake entries again. To get you inspired, here's a fine example that we found last night at Larry's:



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Long time Petes fans may remember a discussion Boko started about who would win in a fight between Lassie and Flipper. In another case of life imitating art, the real world is finally catching up to us. Who would win in a fight between a giant python and a giant alligator? The answer: neither.



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Finally, if The Shining was a modern-day romantic comedy, sans Hugh Grant or John Cusack, this is how awesome* it would be.

*By "awesome," we mean only as awesome as a romantic comedy could be sans Hugh Grant or John Cusack, which is nominal at best.

Okay, get cracking on those masterpieces, your fifteen minutes of digital sub-fame are waiting.

Mike

Thursday, October 06, 2005

SuperNover!


Finally, I now have a guitar that looks as cool as I do. I can't wait to accidentally spill Guinness all over it.



The spirit of Oasis and Bobby Quick's British Invasion band inspired me to get this wrapped up this week. Now, if only someday I could tell someone not to dance like a "daft fooking cunt" onstage.



Honorary Pete Lanky B got married on Saturday. We almost didn't make it in time, but somehow we made it from Barberton to Warren in way under an hour. I think we did the ton for a pretty good stretch. Danica Patrick finished five laps down.

I didn't take pictures, because I didn't take my camera, because I figured it'd get smashed/lost/smashed then lost. I can tell you, though, that Judy was wearing a kittycat vest, BradDad was wearing those Groucho disguise glasses and a feather boa, and we all danced around and got munted. Pretty much standard for a Saturday, really.

Quote of the affair: "BradDad gave us 20 bucks!" - Susan's nephew. You connect your own dots on that one, it's more fun that way.
Life-lesson of the affair: $5 gets you 18 songs on a jukebox. If you play your cards right, you can get a bunch of good tunes, and still play Badlands at least five times in succession. That, coupled with a knowing the movie "About a Boy" should be enough to win over the coolest girl there.

Alright, done. Congratulations to Ben & Susan, and to Cousin Sean for opening for the Posies. That's about as cool as it gets.