Saturday, March 24, 2012
Design Saturday
As I laze about in Lancaster, PA on this gloomy Saturday, I'm comforted by the fact that the globe's most talented designers are hard at work on life-affirming and work-avoiding miracles like Kebo, a one-handed bottle opener. We live in magical times, my friends.
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25$ for a bottle opener? that's a lot of beer money for a thing to open the beer with.
Where should I eat in st Louis?
Do we really need to explain that in America the $ goes before the number? How long did you spend in Syria that you permanently forgot the currency punctuation?
Antonio crimaryie used the word "predicaments" in a sentence. Correctly.
Zman, just google "best ribs in St. Louis" and figure it out.
amortize that shit, dave.
Zman- How long are you in St. Louis? Most of my fsmily's from there. I can give you some good suggestions if you're there for a few more days.
I ended up at some decent place with lots of beef options. I leave tomorrow.
Zman - try to take a pic of the guys who gave the Griswalds direction to the interstate.
"Hey kids. Check out the blight."
I saw some blight by the airport but no family trucksters up on blocks.
Someone finally gave dick Cheney a heart!
i put him in my death pool this year...
i am financially dyslexic.
and i recommend "brandt's cafe" in st. louis. delicious.
don't tell zman, but i googled "worst restaurant in st. louis" and that's what i found. mwooohahahahah!
TR- that's East St. Louis. Across the river. Plenty of blight in St. Louis too though.
While checking in at the airport, unable to walk away lest I fail to get my boarding ticket, I was subjected to an insanely tearful and affectionate goodbye between the two ugliest men in the history of men.
In st Louis, the size of a woman's ass is directly proportional to her age. R2 = 0.969.
Dad to my left returning from college visit with son: yellow mizzou hat, green wash u shirt, red shorts (very much not Nantucket reds), boat shoes. Jersey here we come!
I feel like I'm waiting for a flight to tragicistan.
And I'm intensely bitter (moreso than usual) about missing mad men.
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