Chicago: Where have all the serial killers gone?

I'm leaning towards not going today, if anyone wants a ticket.

fucking in the rain
by Google, September 10, 2006

making out
making out in the rain
fucking rain rocks
fucking in the rain rocks
not being in love
being in love
hot bath and no one around and

This weekend there will be alot of fucking in the rain if you know what i mean.

I love men (esp my husband)
women
children (esp. my own)
Chinese food
Thai food
birthday parties
fucking in the rain
biwomen
Feng Shui
the BMW Z3

fucking in the rain
std “white blotches”
pubescent nude gymnasts
And my favorite,
dangers of eating pussy.

... over to bush.. at like.. midnight.. then the other's went back to James' house, while me and Kris were still at bush... fucking in the rain... anyways! ...

Coca Cola advertising and cocaine.
Fucking in the rain.

he said something about fucking in the rain somewhere in another thread
rain + fucking + rain = holy shit.
*flirts*

It was fucking in the rain that got me, but I'm that kind of guy.
And ok, "fucking in the rain" just makes me want to like...
go fuck in the rain.
GAH!

A dog fucking in the rain...
at least the mess gets washed away.
It smells like hoochyparaiengae in here.

The South is full of creepy crawly things. Did I ever mention that time I lived in a converted one car garage in Louisiana with my mom and two sisters? and it was FULL of fucking roaches the size of kittens? and how at night we would zip ourselves up in our sleeping bags, including our heads, because otherwise you would wake up with ROACHES ON YOUR FACE. During the night, we'd feel them dropping from the ceiling and hitting our blankets.

I have lots of gross out bug stories, blood sucking bug stories, rodent stories, stepping on slugs in your socks stories, birds trapped in walls stories, snake stories...

ROACHES ON YOUR FACE

I've never been more thankful for freezing winters than I am right now.

Also, good morning. My feet and knees hurt from standing in a parking lot for hours on end the last two days.

Also, there was a dead roach in the foyer outside our apartment door this morning. Awesome.

Note: Knowing full well I would be completely unable to stand for two days without much pain and whining, I did not even pretend to want to go to the T&G thing. The wife of a friend and I decided that we are quite over shows with no seating available.

I'm thinking of Kill Bill...

Things appear a little clearer now, and it seems I will be occupying a smallish slice of your town from Wednesday the 20th, until I fly back to London very early in the morning of Saturday 23rd.

If any of you fancy a pint during that period, that would be aces. Maybe on the Wednesday or Thursday night? I'm housetrained. Relatively.

Is TT at a regular venue?

Whereas not all participants work in the Loop; and
Whereas maximum participation is a desirable goal of the Thirsty Thursday Association; and
Whereas we should aspire to uphold the democratic principles on which our great nation was founded; I hereby propose the following:

1. We rotate suggestions of meeting places to best accomodate the diverse locations and tastes of our members; and
2. Old Timer's on 75 E. Lake be named the default location for all future meetings should members be unwilling or unable to propose an alternative location; and
3. Members propose location suggestions as they feel moved rather than confine the location suggestions to any order because we're all adults here.

Did I see the sign on The Mutiny correctly? Do they have afternoon karaoke from 3-6 p.m. on a weekday?

I met some people who are part of the open mic night at Quenchers, and I like these people. You, you are Quenchers people - do you know anything about this?

xpost: I had seen a sign advertising the Quenchers open mic, but until I met up with J.B., J.H., J.C. and Kr. there the other weekend I hadn't been in the place for a long time. I expect it's a pretty good time. Also, Quenchers' sign lost its "s," I noticed yesterday. It did not look intentional.

I want a copy.

Oh! Maybe I can download it.

It's grey, rainy and hot here. Before that it was SUNNY and warm, lower humidity. I prefer the grey. As The Swans said, God damn the sun.

They Found You In Spain
Face Down In The Street
With A Bottle In Your Hand
And A Wild Smile On Your Face
And A Knife In Your Back
You Died In A Foreign Land

And They Found My Letter
Rolled Up In Your Pocket
Where I Said I'd Kill Myself
If She Left Me Again

So Now She's Gone
And You're Both In My Mind
I've Got One Thing To Say
Before I Am Drunk Again:
God Damn The Sun
God Damn The Sun
God Damn Anyone
That Says A Kind Word

God Damn The Sun
God Damn The Sun
God Damn The Light It Shines
And This World It Shows

God Damn The Sun

I feel like I'm 20 again!

All the people are dancing
and they're having such fun
I wish it could happen to me

But if you close the door
I'd never have to see the day again

If you close the door
the night could last forever
Leave the wine glass out
and drink a toast to never

Oh, someday I know
someone will look into my eyes
And say hello
you're my very special one

But if you close the door
I'd never have to see the day again

Dark party bars, shiny Cadillac cars
and the people on subways and trains
Looking gray in the rain, as they stand disarrayed
oh, but people look well in the dark

And if you close the door
the night could last forever
Leave the sunshine out
and say hello to never

All the people are dancing
and they're having such fun
I wish it could happen to me

Cause if you close the door
I'd never have to see the day again