Hiccuping while smoking is God's way of telling you that smoking and drinking are both cool and really good for you. If you're a real champ, you can fast track your way to your inevitable Darwin Award by eating the cigarette butt when you're done. As usual, by "you," I mean "me."
RATING: 8%
(Image from here. Did you know that hiccup is also spelled hiccough? Go figure.)
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I don't believe this has ever happened to me. Thankfully.
Try smoking while eating a hamburger. That might jump start the experience.
I would totally do James Dean. You know, if he wasn't dead.
If James Dean wasn't, you know, dead, he'd be 78 years old. But probably still sexy as hell--at least compared to the men of R3.
Hahaha...I dunno, some of the R3 boys are kind of cute. I'll let them fight over which ones.
James Dean always looked like a chump in a cowboy hat. He was no Paul Newman. The cowboy hat is a tricky thing; only certain people can pull it off.
Right, Loco?
@John,
You're right about everything coming back to Foucault.
Hell no, James Dean looked damn good in any hat.
No way, fool. That pic says, "I'm tough, but only so long as my hair doesn't get tousled."
Paul's says, "I will make love to you, then whip your ass, band a steer and then make spaghetti sauce. While drinking a case of Coors.
Also, Paul never did a dude. Not that there's anything wrong with that. It's just...we all know cowboys are never gay.
@ Andrew
You're absolutely right. You know, I think behind all that convoluted talk of the innervation of society by increasingly subtle and pervasive channels of classification and control, and French village idiots being institutionalized for paying young girls five pennies to wank them off in the ditch by the field, I think Foucault only wanted us to know that
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn.
Really? Hm. That's interesting. See, because I always thought what he was trying to tell us was that
You know parents are the same
No matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids
Are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids all across the land
There's no need to argue
Parents just don't understand.
But perhaps I am thinking of Lacan.
On a serious note, re: that pic of Foucault wearing a cowboy hat. How bewildering is this narrative: Students at UC Berkeley give the aged Foucault a seemingly cheap cowboy hat as a parting gift. The only thing I can understand is the cheap part. My guess is they don't have expensive cowboy hats in Berkeley.
@Laurie,
I didn't mean to call into question your sexual aesthetics. Jimmy Dean is a handsome cat. I've just always gone for the man most likely to physically abuse me.
Anonymous, just wait for the swimsuit calendar. I.J. is one hot bitch in a bikini.
That's a great fundraiser idea, Chris.
Andrew, I can't believe you. I'll never be allowed back north.
I just wish I still had the pic. Was I drunk, or did Glenn say he had it somewhere on his computer? Glenn? Hyperlink? Your gal can pull off a Stetson. You should be proud.
I was kind of hoping we'd have a Gala to raise money for R3.
Yesyesyes can we please do a swimsuit calendar. That would be all kinds of amazing.
You don't want to see me in a swimsuit, unless the swimsuit leaves something to the imagination.
@Glenn,
I wasn't asking for the pic of Loco. I was demanding it.
i hearif you eat moret han one cigaret over the course of your lifetime then you automatically die (like falling in a pit in sonic the henchhog)
Okay Andrew. Let's make a little deal. If I get something accepted for publication, say, within the next one month -- by May 11 -- I will display publicly said photo of me in the hat. That way, if I must be divested of my Yankeeness in public, there will at least be an upside.
Else it hides, forever!
How about by my birthday, June 27? The lit mag world is slow slow slow.
I just figured no one accepts anything over the summer, but maybe you know otherwise, superstar.
What the hell. June 27th. I'm afternoon-wine-drunk. It's a deal
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