I rode the streetcar out to the Beach yesterday with James Joyce and Led Zeppelin.
I hadn't been there in a long time but I didn't remember the shore being so rocky and the water being so algae-y.
I also forgot, and this is true even when I go to a decent beach, how unpleasant it is to have sand in your ass-crack on the ride home.
I was hoping to get a bit of a tan, but fearing cancer I put on so much sunblock that its opacity would have protected me fully without the need for the SPF 50. When it started to melt into my eyes I knew it was time to go home because there was no way I was rinsing it out with, or even getting into, the green tinged lake.
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James Joyce is so awful that I'd sooner shoot my dick off than read him by choice.
You have no appreciation for art.
Art? I love art and I appreciate Homer as much as the next guy, but that doesn't mean I'm going to fellate him with a thousand page catastrophe.
I do, however, give him props for making "Scrotumtightening" a word.
Joyce, not Homer.
he means homer simpson
haha. much love nicky.
I tried to read James Joyce but I got too tired.
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