Creepy. Found in this weeks’ Portland Mercury.
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Old Shit
- An Open Letter to Tom Jones
- Why I don’t like hot dogs.
- How I Broke My Ribs With a Can of Soup.
- I got to write…for reals
- The Curious Case of Bobby Buckets
- Bagby Hot Springs
- FEAR.
- Alpaca-fest 2013 (Mother’s Day Edition)
- Live, Professional Wrestling!
- The Most Un-Traditional Xmas Eve
- The Cat Circus
- Joining the seamy underbelly of the horse track (or how I won a prize with a hat)
- Gothic Memorial Day
- Confronting all of My Deepest Fears at The Enchanted Forest
- The Greatest Bar. EVER.
- Cat Show
- Ghost Hunting
- The Epic Saga of Finding Portland’s Worst Bar
- That Time People Thought I Did Amateur Porn.
- The Bins
- The “Dic-Pic” Incident.
- The Oregon State Fair.
- Zombie-eating Shame
- The Most Expensivest Restaurant.
- Keepin’ it Weird
- The Accident.
- When Pedophiles Try to Go Straight.
- Bathroom Wisdom.
- Bra-tossin’ and Booty-Bouncin’…For No Apparent Reason
- Adventures at the Crackerbox-Part 2
- Knives and Hookers on a Saturday.
- The Best Drag Queen
- Adventures at the Crackerbox Tavern.
Actually, I’m far more fascinated by the incongruity of the ad to the right…something about an oiled up girl looking for a guy in a fedora? Talk about a visual. It’s kinda like Indiana Jones (or Dick Tracy) goes to Las Vegas (or wherever oiled up women are found…as I am a bit clueless as to their whereabouts…but Vegas seemed like a safe bet).