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Not all of my written garbage is stored as computer drafts. A fair amount can be found on post-its and general stickies all over the KOM-cave.
I had in mind a post that was going to blow your little cotton socks off your mis-shapen toes. Unfortunately, based on the notes that I wrote, I have no freaking idea what I was supposed to document.
So it's time, once again, for the Golden Paper-Clip award. This hallowed award is, uhh, awarded to whoever can make sense of the following notes. Understand, there is no prize for creativity - this is strictly based on the proper interpretation of the following notes.
You want a prize? Ok. Whoever reads these clues and can tell me what the fuck I was going to write about may take over li'l ol' LP for a moment, and be 'googlefied' in their own time on my dime. Err, Google's dime. Whatever.
(Yellow pad notes, no date, no direction)
Steve Winwood.
Genius?
Rubber Band.
Toilet. Crying.
Trujillo?
That's all you get. Genius or absurdity? I'd venture both.
No, really, I'd venture neither.
Really, though, I don't venture.
posted by KOM @ 11:45:00 PM
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12 Comments:
One day, back in the late 60's, Steve Winwood had a genious idea. He knew some "people" who could do horrendous things with rubber bands. He begged them to assasinate Dictator Trujillo (in the Dominican Republic). Although it was the right thing to do and it freed many oppressed people, all Steve could do for the next week was sit on his toilet, crying.
I get the: Toilet. Crying. bit. We all do that. The rest is a mystery. This goes far beyond trying to remember what else was on the grocery list!!
All I got was you were sitting on the toilet playing with a rubber band listening to Steve Winwood when the rubber band snapped and caused you to cry out "WAY TO GO GENIUS!! JUST LIKE SOME TRUJILLO TORTURE TRICKS!!"
You need a Post-It psychic. While you're waiting for one, go run a report or two to settle the nerves.
I sat on the toilet, crying. Why isn't Steve Winwood immortalized? So I made rubber band wristlets that said "Genius" and passed them out at the community college. Then I prayed to Trujillo, the Patron Chihuahua of Ice Cream Headaches, to help spread the Word of Winwood.
Well, your best friend and you were having an argument over Stevie Winwood being a genius. You guys decided to have a rubberband duel in the bathroom. This resulted in much crying when Trujillo was accidentally hit and he tortured the hell out of both of you...all this after you took several hits off of your new bong.
Dang, I've been trying to post here for a couple of days, and my computer wouldn't let me. Okay, here's what I got...
One day you were really high, and you had an epiphany that Steve Winwood was a genius. You told your buddies, who were also high, but they laughed at you. You were so depressed that no one would agree with your revelation that you decided to kill yourself. But, there were no knives around as you and your stoned brethern always made sure to get rid of any sharp objects before you got high (it was the odd moment of clarity in between getting high and coming down off a high; usually it happened at around 9:30 in the morning).
Anyways, so you couldn't find anything to kill yourself with, but a rubber band. You began trying to pluck yourself to death. Needless to say, that didn't work, and only made your friends laugh at you more.
Okay, so then, you were really depressed. Like, Sylvia Plath depressed, so you went and drowned your head into the toilet. Crying at the same time, and as your tears mixed with the toilet water, you had a vision from Dominican Dictator Trujillo, and do you know what he said to you?
"Get off the stuff, man."
The End.
Are you certain those were all supposed to be for one post?
Word association maybe?
Steve Winwood?
Um...Traffic?
Genius?
Thong
Rubber Band?
Man
Toilet, crying?
Paris Hilton
Trujillo?
Boss
TGIUTK - No, I'm not sure that they were for a single post. But since I didn't circle a couple, or have a line separating them, I'm pretty sure.
I think it had to do with music. Trujillo was the bassist for Suicidal Tendencies. I saw something a week or two ago that made me thing he might be playing for Metallica? Is that possible?
What genius, toilet, crying and rubber bands have to do with it, though, are beyond me.
Thank you all for playing.
So who won?
una preguta ?! wasnt it wizard of oz and dark side of the moon ?? not the wall?......at least thats what we used to smoke and watch to.
Not sure how I got here.....I think it was from jerks site.....but Ive enjoyed my stay :)
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