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Milos George is a writer/editor and activist who has vowed to wipe out the disease Endemic Treponematosis within his lifetime. To raise awareness of ET, Mr. George has vowed to create one panel a day of his photocomic/monkey suicide note The Last Road Home, for the rest of his life.

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Cat pile

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All four of the boys.
6th Dec 2005, 18:09   comments (2)

Farewell, Meat City

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This Meat City denzien didn't want to race with us -- go figure. I guess he only races when the only thing that really matters is how well you make a left turn.
6th Dec 2005, 18:03   comments (0)

Meat City is protected by a rather busty Batman

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Holy suggestively lumpy paper-mache!!! POW! WHAM!! THOCK!!! Pinatas aren't just for gender-unconfused kids anymore.
6th Dec 2005, 17:57   comments (2)

Meat City 3

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My god, even the candy that time forgot (and will forget) is huge at Meat City.
6th Dec 2005, 17:50   comments (0)

Meat City II

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No visit to Meat City is complete without paying your respects to the Onion King and his 50 (yes, fifty) pound bags of Northwest onions.Why does the King brandish a candy cane, you ask? IT IS NOT YOUR PLACE TO QUESTION THE KING, PLEBEIAN!!!!!!!
6th Dec 2005, 17:39   comments (0)

A trip to Meat City

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Over the river and off the flyover from Night Town is beautiful Meat City, a land of plenty where lettuce comes shredded in five-pound vacu-bags.
6th Dec 2005, 17:29   comments (0)


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Blue Sunday
21st Nov 2005, 04:46   comments (1)

assholic windshield signs that still amuse

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I was walking out of Wegmans when I saw a fidgety but
well-to-do-looking old baby-boomer putting a piece of
paper under the wiper of an asshole-huge [read: when
you see a personal vehicle this big, you reflexively
call the driver an asshole] SUV that was parked next
to me. The boomer saw me, made some nervous small talk
["hey, you got raspberries in that bag? heh heh,
that's good, since that's what my wife is inside --
inside the store? -- she's inside looking for, uh,
raspberries. Those look fresh!"] then scurried off. I
loaded my groceries, then walked over to look at the
note the hippie/yuppie/AARPeon had left the SUV
asshole, and took the first picture.The second image is of a windshield note that I guess
was semi-commonly used in the '70s, when parking lots
were big on cramming in as many cars as possible; this
copy was found in my father's office.
21st Nov 2005, 04:43   comments (2)