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Chewing Wax:
Auf
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 2:38:35 pm)

Decoy:
I do the prewash sometimes. Just depends how the place looks. Some places have those faucets that turn thenselves off. Like the NYS Thruway.
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 2:39:09 pm)

Chewing Wax:

So comfortable
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 2:54:40 pm)

bela:
Squat or rot is right. I always squat.
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 2:58:18 pm)

Decoy:
You must have the lake breeze,

(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 3:42:16 pm)

Decoy:
84 is too hot.
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 3:42:48 pm)

Queenie:
Sidney is terrified of toilets that flush themselves. We were at a restaurant a while back where they had those, and she really had to pee, but when she saw the toilets she went totally freakin' hysterical. It was awful. Screaming, crying -- total terror. I felt awful because I had to MAKE her use it because I didn't want her to pee in her pants. It was the saddest thing you've ever seen, poor little kid sitting on the toilet, sobbing her eyes out.
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 3:42:51 pm)

Queenie:
I dream of warm weather.
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 3:43:34 pm)

Chewing Wax:

Lake breeze. So refreshing.
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 3:46:29 pm)

Queenie:
KFC and Taco Bell are both masters of coming up with the most vile food combinations.
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 3:50:55 pm)

Queenie:
In their efforts to "think outside the bun".
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 3:51:15 pm)

Queenie:
viva viva viva viva viva sea-tac
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 3:55:51 pm)

Queene:
Fucking Hitchcock is playing in Seattle in a few days. Fucker.
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 3:58:55 pm)

Queenie:
oops, typo
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 3:59:04 pm)

Chewing Wax:
I'd go see him again in LA, but I'm going to be in NYC that weekend.
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 4:03:34 pm)

Queenie:
Oh yeah? You gonna pay a visit to bela and tom?
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 4:05:27 pm)

bela:
I hear that Queenie. There was some new fast food on tv, I think it was taco bell and it looked like vomit.
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 4:05:51 pm)

Chewing Wax:
I don't know how much time I'm going to have. I have to have a suit made, and go to two Mets games and then it's dancing all night at 21.
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 4:10:37 pm)

Queenie:
That KFC one is so gross looking... it's like spicy chicken strips with bbq sauce and ranch dressing wrapped up in a tortilla. Who dreams up this stuff?
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 4:11:43 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Buffalo sauce. Buffalo sauce. The blazin' delicious fresh taste of my city.
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 4:14:21 pm)

Queenie:
Ugh.
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 4:17:23 pm)

Queenie:
Would you eat something drenched in "Portland Sauce"? I think not.
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 4:17:37 pm)

Chewing Wax:
That's the human poop and vomit puree?
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 4:19:06 pm)

Queenie:
It's rich in chunky goodness.
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 4:19:55 pm)

bela:
Maybe thats the thing that I saw.
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 4:24:21 pm)

bela:
Whatever it was, it looked toxic.
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 4:25:40 pm)

bela:
I don't eat fast food though, ever. Its pure poison.
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 4:26:27 pm)

Queenie:
I do occasionally, mostly Burgerville, where at least it's local and fresh. But now and then I go pig out on Taco Bell tacos.
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 4:27:13 pm)

bela:
Queenie, would you pay money to see CW dance?
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 4:30:12 pm)

Decoy:
They get over the autoflush fear. Mine did, anyway. I'm Oot, later, kids.
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 4:32:35 pm)

Queenie:
No, but he could pay me to watch.
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 5:02:45 pm)

Queenie:
Those chicks on Judge Mathis really crack me up. Especially the ones who use the "Ya Honah, she trippin" defense.
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 6:50:24 pm)

Myk Murphy:
funny about sidney and the auto toilet thing. i was with my sister and her two boys in the shopping mall, around a year ago. billy, around 4 years of age, needs to take a leak. fine. i go in with him, since my sister is helping the younger one go in the ladies room. honestly, i wasn't sure what the kid knew how to do... that is, was he going to want to sit or stand (we males have options, you know)? well, i bring him into the stall, and since it's low enough, he knows what to do and points things in the right direction. all is good in the world, right? what could go wrong?

the goddamn automatic hand dryer is what could go wrong.

we get out of the stall, and triumphantly i take him over to the sink, where we wash our hands (i lift him up to get to the sink, but he washes well). i turn and fire up the hand dryer, and then look back at him. he's cowering somewhat, and tears are welling up in his eyes. he's saying something softly, but over the din of the hand dryer i can't quite make it out. i ask him "what?" incredulously. it has become apparent that he's terribly afraid of the thing. maybe the noise, maybe the heat, i dunno... quick to save the day, and feeling a bit like adam sandler, i tell him, "ok, what we do is dry our hands on our shirt!" both of us wipe our clean but wet hands on our respective shirts, and proceed out of the (now ironically named) Men's Room. before i could get a word to my sister, she says to me "oh, uh... i forgot to tell you about billy and the dryer thing".
(Wed Apr 17, 2002 - 9:26:42 pm)