for days of naze
| i hope you know this will go down
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||October 4, 1998
The Rules of Stupid (a.k.a. the Stupid Rules)
How does one separate the chaff of blunder and catastrophe from the kernels of ripe stupidity? Are the stupid protected by law or only by god? Is it women, children, stupid and then men? How can I be more stupider?
These are questions that I, frankly, am never asked. But in the little theater of my mind, I pretend that you ask. (Visualize visitor squirming in chair and moving mouse to the "back" button...) And in the spirit of the incomparable level of service you have come to expect from days of naze, here we are anticipating your every need.
Feeling stupid? Me too.
Presenting a new episode from Stupid Things I Have Done: How I Froze to Death (Almost) in the middle of the city.
p.s. "My name is Chris and I'm a Burger Time-aholic. It's been 2 hours since I last shook pepper on Mr. Hot Dog..."
p.p.s. You could just read this and then browse away to another spot, but then how would you ever find out what a good e-mail correspondent I am?
|previously on days of naze:
what have you done for
|May you never be more active
when you are doing nothing.
|in the feedbag:
tv: I saw an old acquaintance on ER last night! I feel a new Brush with Greatness coming...
pc: BurgerTime, BurgerTime, BurgerTime.
book: (god, i'm a
server crashes in the woods,
does it make any noise?