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Monday, February 13, 2006
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'The Mind Reader' by Gillette
.....just close your eyes and think about
how many blades you wish to have and 'The Mind Reader' obeys. On most
mornings, when a good but ordinary shave will do, think six blades, and
you will get the finest six-bladed shave that money can buy. But say
it's the day of your big job interview and you want a really close
shave, just close your eyes - 150 blades
- and it will be so. The first blade shouts at your whiskers to get
their attention, the second and third blades get into a gun fight while
the fourth blade dives through a storefront window. That's all a
distraction to allow the fifth blade to cut into a whisker. As it's
cutting, it is also lifting. To pass the time, blades 6 thru 48 perform
a battle scene from 'Full Metal Jacket' and blade 49 organizes a slumber
party. Blades 50-65 run home to get their pillows and sleeping bags,
while in the confusion blade 66 sneaks up on the backside of the
whisker. Blade 5 continues to cut and lift, lifting from your face
sections of whisker that normally would not appear until a week
from Tuesday. #66 attaches block and tackle to the whisker below the
cut, pulling it further still and blade 67 dives for the football. He
grabs it, does a quick roll to his feet and is untouched as he scampers
into the endzone. In the stands blades 68-112 cheer wildly, it's
pandemonium. Blade 5 has finished his cut just as blade 113 relieves
him below the block and tackle. 5 heads for the showers. Blades
114-132 build a bonfire and sing songs about evil bearded men and the
joys of a well cut whisker. As if inspired, #113 finishes the second
cut with a flourish and before the last pitiful nub of the whisker can
snap back into moist safety, blades 133-141 verbally assault him. "You
suck" "Don't ever come back" and the like. #5 returns in his street
clothes and along with 66 and 113, are gathered up and paraded through
the city. Small blade children are waving flags and chasing after
candy. The city council 142-149 and the mayor, #150, declare a holiday
and everyone rejoices, including you. We know you're happy with your
shave because we're 'The Mind Reader'. Good luck with that interview
Mr. Smooth.
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3:42:59 PM
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"I got shotgun," hollers VP Cheney
CORPUS CHRISTI, Texas - V.P. Dick Cheney has
unofficially thrown his hat in the ring for the '08 presidential
run. On Saturday he wrapped up a good portion of the 'everyone who has
ever accidentally shot someone' vote. "See he's just a regular guy,
he's one of us now," said Stump Galverson, a local man. "With me,
donjano, it was my own self that I shot. Talk about a buzz kill,
blasted four of my toes clean off, all 'cept the pinky toe. I tell ya,
that little sucker is useless as tits on a boar hog, I stub it on every
damn thing. Ruined a good pair of boots too, real leather, not Wal-Mart
leather. But gettin' back to Mr. Cheney, yeah sure, I'll vote for that
crazy bald fucknut. I love regular guys and you can't get any more
regular than shootin' a good buddy in the face on accident."
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© Copyright 2006 Mark Hoback.
Last update: 3/23/2006; 8:44:28 PM.
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