What I learned today:
I was there, trapped, like Conan O'Brien suddenly finding himself warped inside Jay Leno's massive womb—and he's not even a woman! The place was a no-man's land. Unfamiliar things hung everywhere I could almost taste each one. I did not dare lay a finger on any of the artifacts. They were evidence of a civilization so complex I'd be wiping my brains off the wall just by touching them.
You know you're there when these unexplained species called "women" suddenly turn nuts after hearing the magic word—sale.
There's this rumor that a wise guy named God created Adam and Eve in a garden. But this Garden of Eden you will also likely find Steve.
I'm not Steve. He is.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
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