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Dec. 28th, 2004 08:03 pmI went to the Cockroach Hall of Fame in Plano.
OMG. A++++++++++++++++++++. The guy who runs it is the coolest human ever. He told us some great stories about how Regis Philbin was a total dick to him and how Barbara Walters was a bitch and how Johnny Carson was nice and Ed McMahon was nice and OMG we got pictures of Elvis Roachley and Liberoachie and Marilyn Monroach and I got a t-shirt and a coffee mug and there was an armadillo drinking beer and the guy liked us so much that he gave us a free plastic cockroach.
And that, my friends, is the only good thing about Texas.
Except for the porn store we passed that had a sign saying "FAMILY PARKING". WHEEEEEEEE!
P.S. while at Graceland, we bought this rubber frog that sings "Don't Be Cruel". It's gonna live with Gary the Cement Firemonkey.
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gurdonark, we went to the Wal-Mart in Arkadelphia and I imagined I was walking in your hallowed footsteps. That is, I revere you to the point that I believe your footsteps to be hallowed; and hopefully you have traipsed the aisles of that venerable emporium. They didn't have kazoos for sale.
OMG. A++++++++++++++++++++. The guy who runs it is the coolest human ever. He told us some great stories about how Regis Philbin was a total dick to him and how Barbara Walters was a bitch and how Johnny Carson was nice and Ed McMahon was nice and OMG we got pictures of Elvis Roachley and Liberoachie and Marilyn Monroach and I got a t-shirt and a coffee mug and there was an armadillo drinking beer and the guy liked us so much that he gave us a free plastic cockroach.
And that, my friends, is the only good thing about Texas.
Except for the porn store we passed that had a sign saying "FAMILY PARKING". WHEEEEEEEE!
P.S. while at Graceland, we bought this rubber frog that sings "Don't Be Cruel". It's gonna live with Gary the Cement Firemonkey.
P.P.S.
gurdonark, we went to the Wal-Mart in Arkadelphia and I imagined I was walking in your hallowed footsteps. That is, I revere you to the point that I believe your footsteps to be hallowed; and hopefully you have traipsed the aisles of that venerable emporium. They didn't have kazoos for sale.
