November 16, 2004

• Cheeky boy... But yes. This is funny. And oddly informative. A++, would consider dissecting again.
• Almost as old as Jerry Garcia. Who really needs a little time off from posting here.
• did the el gee effers get him?
• hehe that was pretty good! the pancreas is A-Ok!
• Is that someone's penis in his heart? My eyesight's not great, but that's what I see. /or maybe I'm just a dirty minded little old lady.
• "Is that someone's penis in his heart?" I feel it safe to say, no, it isn't.
• But if you want to see a picture of a penis, I'll show you mine, if you like.
• Bachelor #2, same question!
• Oooh! My girlfriend is going to love this!! *preps an email*
• Why hasn't anyone mentioned that they found a key, a bottle cap, a pipe screen, and a mascara brush in Jerry's instestine? Am I the only one disturbed by this, and the fact that the key had been in there for almost 15 years?
• I'm only puzzled by the mascara brush, to be honest.
• Who's Jerry Garcia? The real one, that is. I think we all know who Jerry the Monkey Garcia is.
• He's a dead hippy.
• Never mind. I bet he's relieved he's dead.
• Am I the only one disturbed by this, and the fact that the key had been in there for almost 15 years? I am wondering what Spooky is smoking. 15 years? 1979-1981 is more like 23-25 years ago. ;) But that too is the one thing I took away from this gross-out fest. What prompted Jerry to eat a key, if in fact he did so knowingly. And what was the key to? At that period of time, there were lots of accounts of police trying to set up the band by sending underage girls to their hotel rooms, hoping to use a "report" of an underage girl as a way of gaining entry to bust them for drugs. Was this a hotel key? The key is the only thing that really picqued my interest.
• Perhaps it was the key to his heart? BTW, his brains look delish!
• It is a key to Garcia's famous locked vault, rumoured to be filled with long forgotten royalty checks and strong weed. Geraldo Rivera is planning a TV special to unlock the secrets as we speak.
• I am the keymaster. Curious George: Where is the Gatekeeper? [more inside]
• The pipe screen cracks me up.
• I dunno... all those sausage links. Made me want a good old fashioned fry-up.
• MonkeyFilter: All those sausage links.
• It's a key to the doors of perception, man. Or else the key to irrelevance, swallowed right around when the Dead jumped the shark, in my book.
• When I was working a phone-sex line with a bunch of other punk rock bitches, we spent the whole next evening after Jerry died asking callers shit like "Dude...are you like, crying as you wank, because Jerry's like totally dead today? Or what?" Goin' to hell', goin' to hell, Hoo! Haa! I'm goin' to hell!
• Oh, come on now. Am I really the only one that sees a penis in those heart pictures? /I can't seem to link them in. And, *grinning, most lecherously,* where are these other models that are promised? BTW, swallowing strange objects is a somewhat routine observance while incarcerated. I threatened to bring in a magnet to 'seize control' of one of my clients once. He had a belly full of metal. It's generally regarded there as internalised aggression.
• As if the crabs weren't bad enough, now moneyjane has revealed that she is not really good-looking at all. I learned years ago from an Aerosmith video that phonesex women are not attractive.
• Damn you again, bernockle! Actually we had a shitload of hot hairstylists and club kids who used the graveyard shift a couple nights a week to replenish the drug 'n' shoe budget, so ironically, girls who'd shoot him down in flames on any dancefloor in town would be yanking the crank off Ol' Joe Spank but he'd never believe it thanks to those Aerosmith bastards... Then there was us punk rock bitches who'd piss off the club bitches by bogarting the only ghetto blaster and playing shit like Diamanda Galas and Forgotten Rebels; the rest tended to be older biker chicks into bondage and SM gear with a passion usually seen only at Trekkie Cons. So there you are, telling some drunk frat boy about how you're blowing him while listening to "Plague Mass" and watching some sweet gay male jailhouse DP porn. Ahhh...good times...good times...
• I am wondering what Spooky is smoking. 15 years? 1979-1981 is more like 23-25 years ago. ;) But the Jer-Bear died in 95. How long do you have to wait to get an autopsy out on the west coast? ;)
• Booyaa, Mama, booyaa! *Proof* you don't got to be the "girl next door" or Bipsy McHooters to make your money, girls.
• Autopsy Screenwriter's Guide. Written with a more ... sensorial tone than your typical dry accounts, it goes through the process of what an autopsy is like for the people performing it. Remember, kids, using the bread knife to do all your cutting is way more macho than using, say, scissors. I saw the peener, too.
• Anyone not glad that moneyjane is a member here? Show of hands? Fuckers who hate the local color? Stand up, we won't throw things.
• Anyone not glad that moneyjane is a member here? Show of hands? Fuckers who hate the local color? Stand up, we won't throw things.
• Anyone not realize that I'm an idiot? Show of hands? Anyone?
• /snicker
• Now THAT'S a show of hands. MCT, I think they're all yours.
• and hairy!
• mj: Forgotten Rebels rock! They're from my town, so I've seen 'em lots. Great music...scary crowds.
• fwiw, we made the J-Walk blog. Yay us! (or, more specifically Nosey)
• Made Screenhead as well. Which is surprising, cos I've had this on my bookmarks for a few years. I woulda thought most link maniacs would have seen this one. Still, it's a classic.
• I think, nostril, that you are becoming our 'classic.' /classic what, I'll have to mull over a bit more.
• rocket88, Shouts out to the Hammer! (spent 9 years in grad school there)