Saturday evening I opened my door to see a large, bulbous package on the step. It was addressed to me, but I couldn't think of anything I'd ordered that would look like a sack of potatoes. I dragged it inside and inspected it. Playa del Rey return address. Who the honk do I know there? Maybe it's a UNABOMB!
I opened it up and out fell a stack of Spy magazines from 1988 to 1990, with a note from
mcpino saying he was just dragging these around from place to place and he hoped I'd enjoy them. GOD DAMN YEAH I WILL.
Ann Hodgman eating dog food! Celebrity garbage! The New York Times fatality column inches calculator! MAKE YOUR OWN TWINKIE! THANK YOU!
I opened it up and out fell a stack of Spy magazines from 1988 to 1990, with a note from
Ann Hodgman eating dog food! Celebrity garbage! The New York Times fatality column inches calculator! MAKE YOUR OWN TWINKIE! THANK YOU!
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Date: 2006-01-16 04:07 pm (UTC)SPY MAGAZINE
SPY SPY SPY SPY SPYSPYSPYSPYSPSY
You're welcome, amigo!
Date: 2006-01-16 04:14 pm (UTC)My pleasure, C. Laffyerassoff!
Cheers,
Pino
p.s. mebbe you can post up some of the rilly good stuff that's still relevant after almost 20 years...
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Date: 2006-01-16 06:15 pm (UTC)and so DISHY !