Yeh. The whole friggin' thing was fulla beeh. I dunno howda right beer come outtada right tap. It was magic or somethin'. I wished I had a beer truck made a' magic. Wid a lid'l yella bucket. And a plastic cheh. I hada stein dat I filled wid beeh. Buncha times. Dere was spaghetti and cake. And a buggy. Yeh, dat was good too. Congrats, bride and goon!
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"The Lantern Fishworker, seen in his last photo shortly before he somehow tipped the beer truck onto himself. Tragic, but considering it happened almost three weeks ago, now also funny."
Thank you for exhibiting what I hope is the worst photo ever of me. Even though I had to help you post it. Christ, I looked a lot better when I was a younger man. You know, like when I was three.
Not a bad picture, Mike. But are you wearing a yarmulke? Did Paul convert? And if so, from what?
Once you reach a certain post-20s age, black-and-white photos suddenly become less about style and more about concealment. (Like my blog photo here. There's no reason to subject you to a color version of my many new chins.)
I wish I could say it was my yarmulke (which I had left at home). It is instead the rmainder of my hair after I gave myself a buzz cut. The adrenaline rush that sustains me is the anticipation of whether or not it will grow back. I think I thought I'd look more like Brad Pitt in "Fight Club" instead of Michael Stipe in every video since "So. Central Rain (I'm Sorry)."
And you're right: that photo is twice as bad in color.
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