Tuesday, August 16, 2005


I made my own got-damn rubber band ball because it is a slow day here at the orifice, but I'll be doggone. You can buy them pre-made.

This guy didn't. Wusses.

Sometimes I think the world at large has too much discretionary time and income.

Me, I have to go to work for the Dykema Rubber Band Factory just to keep myself in rubber band balls.

Everyone knows that an ant, can't. Move a rubber tree plant.

And now, because I have adult ADHD (translation: goofing off) syndrome, some historical notes on another kind of rubber.The linen one looks painful. Plus it must have wrinkled like hell.

You can't iron that shit.


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