Today I have encountered two men with crippling halitosis. To me, not to them; neither of them realized it, it seemed. I thought that bad breath would have been conquered by 2010, but that singular unpleasantness remains. Ugh!
DONALD Wherefore thou playest not at ninepins on Saturday, Sir Walter? ...– Two Gentlemen of Lebowski
the young folks →
fuck “metropolitan”, and although salinger would probably hate all this press anyway, i’ll throw my two cents in by linking to his first story.
Stan Brakhage’s radio show from 1982. (Full...