Filed by Bil at 5:06 pm under Go Back to Maxico!
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if u guys sold don.t dothat fuck you gyus . be true,

Your price on the ‘94 Chevy Lumina is ridiculous. As are many of the other prices I saw on the internet.

you are full of shit these cars get 40 MPG average - a far cry from 60 why did you list it as an ‘08 when its an ‘05 ? moron! smart dealers won’t touch these older gray market smarts. slime ball!

hi this messege is for *** ****. i am friend of **** *******’s. i’m looking for an honest, reliable sale. i’m a single woman looking for reliable, dependable car. this looks like a possible catch. **** reffered your name to me because he said you are honest, reliable, and dependable. let’s hope that’s the case. give me a call wen you’re available. look forward to hearing from you. kisses, ******** *******

Hey asshole, forget to mention the $6,500 cash and trade? Fuck you.

for the price of this s43o, you can keep it and shove it up your mother asshole, happy a nice day. keep on smilling

i wonder if my trusty man can check-up the car?

very mature. I hate cons artists who try to pass as consumers with shit reconstructed or salvage or bargain priced cars you buy from auction with no license plates that you try to pass on the real consumers well people are smarter and can smell you people now. Don’t ever contact me again you understand?

Hej i am the man as lars lindroth spoke about from sweden i ned a swiftcod/Bic cod and Iban number for translating the many for the corvette C6 2006 yello pleas send it to me Reine Gustavsson my tel nr: *************

call me asshole!

GO SUCK MORE DICK
- YO MOMMA

FUCK YOUR MOMMMA YOU COCK SUCKER

YOU COCKSUCKER YOU KILLED MY MOTHER AND RAPPED MY DAD AND I WANT TO MAKE SWEET LOVE TO YOUR MOM BEFORE I ALSO RAP YOUR DAD THEN I WILL FUCK YOU IN THE ASS.

kevin is a lyin fuckin bitch ass hoe that cant sell SHIT!!!! LYIN BITCH!!! FIRE THAT DAMN FOOL!! but i would rate him as the worlds worst FUCKIN salesman!:-)

I want your best fucking price on this car. So don’t bull shit me around. I sware to God, if you don’t give me a great price, I will not come over there! One shot, thats it…what can you do?

damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ol dirty ass fuck disz damn car

your fucking stupid thats a taurus.

u must be straight out of ur fucken mind to be selling this little shyt for that MUCH!!! 30,895 my ass unless that mutha fucka got a corvette engine go KILL YOURSELF

7,995 eh ? Fuck U Asswipe

Hello, interested by Ford to explore sport for export to Martinique french west indies. I would wish to have the copy of the automobile license this car. Thank you.

Filed by Trevor at 1:46 pm under The Arts
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“Honesty is the cruelest game of all, because not only can you hurt someone - and hurt them to the bone - you can feel self-righteous about it at the same time” — Dave Van Ronk

If there are any lessons I’ve been learning, they would be that the only insults that really hurt are the ones you fear are true, and that the people that aggravate you the most are the ones that remind you of yourself. Or, at least, those parts of yourself you’re not terribly fond of. Thus, I can’t stand those who give excoriating critiques of the artistic endeavors of others simply because they don’t measure up to that person’s ostensibly lofty standards. And having said all this, you can probably guess why these people bother me.

I admit it: I am a huge snob. I’ve long feared that the more knowledge one acquires about any given field destroys its mystery and thus limits one’s enjoyment of it, but now I know this to be ridiculous. It isn’t knowledge that has this effect: it’s mindset. If I go into a performance subconsciously expecting to find flaws, I will find them. And as knowledge amplifies our perception of what is flawed, I will probably find much more than I would have ordinarily and then, as a bonus, be able to provide a string of witty criticisms together with plenty of pedantic details to round it out. Such is my temperament.

However, knowledge has also amplified my perception of what is excellent, what is difficult to execute successfully, and thus enables me to enjoy them more completely. For example, even just a few months ago I had no idea how difficult it is to act convincingly without the benefit of the written word and inflection of voice. But now after having worked on The Black Duckling and observed first-hand the process by which the actors made their characters come to life, the emotional impact of the show was even more potent. The list gets longer as I examine the things I’ve learned about music, theatre, dance and beyond, various techniques and forms of execution that I would undoubtedly have passed over had I never been made aware of them.

Having an unalloyed reputation as an opinionated and discriminating person is a mixed curse. While it may give whatever positive criticism I have a more sincere slant, fundamentally it only stimulates a chorus of eye-rolls and, even worse, reduces a person’s willingness to be any less unforgiving of my own stabs at artistic expression. It’s not that honesty isn’t truly the best policy; I feel it is. But ultimately, I’m discovering, the preferable response from this point forward may be just to shut up and enjoy the show.

Filed by Lance at 12:04 am under General
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Here’s a brief update, and then the rest of this post won’t have anything to do with symmetrically-named 20th century writers, I promise. So after my next paragraph, I won’t allow myself to write anything about either William Carlos Williams… or Ford Madox Ford. But I will write about a portable, wearable projector and a plastic cloud.
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Filed by Bil at 5:04 pm under Go Back to Maxico!
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damn this car still not sold? you gotta re-price of this car man. there’s many of parts are missing this car. haha

what is the export price. Ex…port.

this shit weak

lexi needs to hurry up and fuck me because im tired of waiting for her to be ready

Do You have that damn car in stock. I was twice at your dealership and they told me that it’s sold, so why is it here?? VIN: ***************** , 2005 Dodge Caravan SE - $6,995 What’s wrong with You guys You don’t accept cash?? Or what?? :D I put a fake phone number so if you wanna reply use email. ohh one more think that car was rebuild so I want some discount.. so I’ll take it if so for $6k Let me know if you want do some business

Hay dumb ass its not a cobra R its a cobra SVT and I have one just like it …… Why dont you pick up a book and read about fords.

HOTT SHIT

hey dick wolf you screwed me. I need my money back otherwise i gonning to your house in warren, and taking your escalada and your vette

YOU ARE A VAGINA HAIRY CLASS TURNIP ORGASM HOSPITAL FOUR NINETY-NINE! “subway, eat fresh , the best burgers under one we love to see you have it your way at po’ folks”

You must be kidding !!! get this piece fo shit off of here !!

Hi! I am from Russia and I have interest to buy cars from USA! Can you send your cars?

just right to fuck my nethibor in it

Forget it

you want almost $9000 for a fake ass luzury sport u are out of your mine.if you are going to try tosell a knock off at list make it look real.

This thing is totaled to shit. The only thing that actually looks like it works on it is the nav system. Good luck selling it.

I’ll probably come down today to check out that sardine can PT Cruiser. I’m tired of driving the Epedition that uses gas like flushing a toilet and has over 130,000 clicks. I assume you’ve had it for a while since in all the photos there is no snow. I’ve been up all night and I’m a cranky old fuck, so don’t call.

what the fuck is this???? I like big hariy pussy

r u serous? u mean 99 thousands or 99 dollars? answer me now

i don’t know what kind of business you are running but i didn’t curse you and you had no business cursing me. if you don’t want to sell the fucking truck take in off the net.

This is beyond bull shit that my car is still on line for sale i have owned this car for over four months. in needs to be removed right now contact me so i know you have received this.

Filed by Bil at 2:53 pm under Shameless Plugs, The Arts
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Last Thursday night was Theatre Thursday at the Dream Theatre, and instead of a talk-back, we offered our audience a little more show.

A little burlesque show.
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Filed by Bil at 11:16 pm under Pop Culture, The Science
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Check out this performance from Tom Jones doing “It’s Not Unusual” from 1965. Dig his awesome hybrid cardigan sweater/leisure suit outfit. Stand in awe of his sweet dance moves. Try to keep up as he deftly switches back and forth between snapping his fingers and clapping his hands.

Here’s a story for you. Immediately following this performance, Tom Jones walked off the sound stage and punched a hole in the wall. Inside the hole in the wall was a small ruby and a map of clues leading to more precious jewels. Tom Jones took the map to his twin brother, Gallagher Jones, and offered him a choice: take over for Tom Jones as the crooning singer destined for fame and glory, or hunt down the jewels by following the clues. One road was a non-stop hunt for buried treasure, undoubtedly beset on all sides with danger and heartache. The other meant that he got to be Tom Jones for the rest of his life.
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Filed by Trevor at 9:39 am under General
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“Look, here is the deal: whatever the past was, I can say that the worst day of his life was the day his wife died. Period. Be there for him. And nothing else matters in the slightest.” — Tom

Hi. I’m Trevor. I used to write here, then I allowed Bil to slowly take over for reasons that now escape me. But that’s OK.

Lauren passed away on Monday. That’s where I’ll start. Everyone’s known it was in the cards for years because Cystic Fibrosis doesn’t let anyone out alive. And it’s really quite silly to think that knowing there’s a giant expiration date on their forehead at all mitigates the tragedy of their passing, even if they did survive years past their prognosis.

I can’t claim this tragedy, though. I’ll save that for her husband, who at my age is already a widower and is no doubt replaying the tape of last week when he suddenly got sick and couldn’t visit the ER because he would only exacerbate the spread of infection in her lungs.

Brad and I hadn’t talked on the phone in over six years, but I’d been texting him for some time as Lauren’s condition began to worsen. So when I woke up yesterday with a missed call at 9:18 and listened to his words give me no concrete information save for his voice but it’s probably just early because it’s barely after 7:00 there and he probably had a long night at the hospital so he’s just a little froggy, I didn’t want to check Facebook before calling him back because at least then he would know what my voice sounded like when I still had hope.

Later on in the day, all I really wanted to do was give my best friend a hug. But I didn’t, because I was scared. And now I wish that I had anyway.

I have failed Brad more completely than I have anyone else in my life. As roommates our sophomore year of college, he was involved in a gruesome car accident on I-15 and was out of school for the rest of the year. I visited him in the hospital once the entire time. I don’t know why. In my memory I distinctly hear my voice rattling off all kinds of extenuating circumstances, but I’ll never know what my true motivation was. There’s a vintage Coca-Cola placard that sits on one of my shelves that had been his birthday present to me that year and was in the car so there’s a little tiny scratch still visible on it and I keep it high up where I can see it and everyone else just as a reminder of what a shitty friend I was and what it feels like to throw someone away.

I said I love you, and he said I love you too. And that was the best thing. Except I wanted to be saying it to his face and not on a cell phone in weekday traffic in a stupid northwest suburb.

No one deserves this. Go home and hug the people you love, without fear and without restraint. And I promise I will follow my own advice.

Filed by Lance at 6:56 pm under General, Shameless Plugs, The Arts
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Begin, my friend
     for you cannot,
          you may be sure,
take your song,
     which drives all things out of mind,
          with you to the other world.

-from William Carlos Williams, Theocritus: Idyl I – A version from the Greek

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Filed by Bil at 5:03 pm under Go Back to Maxico!
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Hey i am very interested in this car unless there is a chia pet hair, cave man teeth, wrinkled face, ugly old ass motherfucker who tries to shoove to much, works there! Any way fuck you Dave eat shit and die!

Your pricing is deceptive. Based on that whole “$2000 trade in” crap in your listing, I will avoid doing business with you alltogether. Give the price as it is and stop playing sleazy used car dealer games. It just reflects badly on you. Think of it as a “buyers go elsewhere” tag line in your ad… that’s what it did for me.

I shall buy this car for 18000 dollars!

SIR, I WAS CURIOUS: WHAT LEADS YOU TO BELIEVE THAT YOU 12 YEAR OLD, 270K CAR IS WORTH ANYWHERE, AND I STRESS ANYWHERE, CLOSE TO THE AMOUNT YOU ARE ASKING. IS THIS A MISPRINT, DID SOMEONE ROYALLY STEP ON THIER DICK ON A TRADE, OR ARE YOU PEOPLE JUST THAT BIG OF A BUTT NUGGETT? IF YOUCAN FIND THE TIME BETWEEN TRYING TO GET A BUCK FOR A USED PIECE OF TOILET PAPER AND $7.50 FOR A USED CONDOM THAT YOU TURNED INSIDE OUT AND SHOOK THE f**K OUT OF, I WOULD SINCERELY APPRECIATE YOUR THINKING ON THIS CAR/THIS PRICE. (WHATS SCARY IS YOU MIGHT VERY WELL E-MAIL BACK AND SAY SOME DNA CHALLENGED, MOUTH BREATHER BOUGHT THE CAR YESTERDAY FOR ASKING PRICE). REGARDLESS, I HOPE YOU HAVE A NICE DAY AND THAT, WHEN YOU GET HOME, YOUR BOYFRIEND DOES TO YOU WHAT YOU ARE ATTEMPTING TO DO TO YOUR CUSTOMERS.

are you fucking crazy i will give you $100.00 for it that is about all that is worth sorry

This isn’t a fucking ltz…get your title correct…..for this error, I will not take my business to you

Good Day, I would like to know what is wrong with this car as it is listed as mint condition. Rgds

thats an Audi you dumb ass, and how come your “city auto auction” never lists milege?
sincerely, youradumbshit@aol.com

that is one bad ass car you should let me show you how to drive it i am the best driver this state has ever seen i shoukd be a nascar driver

Are you selling these cars out of a Taqueria or something? 20g’s for this thing is the deal of the day?? whats’ the best price, don’t dick around w/me? email

PAY MY MONEY PINCHE CULERO ***** **** *****, i can belive the you cry for fucking $40 dlls ,BUT YOU AND ALFONSO CAN ,STICK IN YOUR ASS!!!!

Ey bitch wut da price of yo’ whip?

5,800 bucks with 186,000 miles? FUCK YOU DOUSHEBAG! GOOD LUCK SELLING IT YOU COCKSUCKERS!!! YOU MOTHER FUCKING CROOKS!!!

yo i wunt yo car me name yakke me my garl think this car be good fo us o shit i got to go my girl be strippin she naked im gone hook me up with info kk how fast it go btw u think i give u dolla and sex with my girl kk she hott dont worru i send u pic lata get back STAT i trade in my garl

Fuck you and your deceptive pricing scam.

Those stripes remind me of your wifes Vagina

I am from Slovenia, small country from Europe, interested in importing the car. I have a contact in 90210 and he is interested to do everything for me. Tell me if you are interested and if you have some white color G37 automatic in stick?

Hello! I am interested in this machine. How many there will be its final price? Whether there are at it problems? In what the machine is a condition? Thanks, Natalia. Please? write me for my email

I want buy a car and I interesting final frise, only coust car.

peice of shit!

Filed by Bil at 2:16 pm under Shameless Plugs, Stuff to Read
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I only check my mail once every three or four days or so. My mailbox is hard to see, so I tend to forget about it, and when I do remember, it’s usually late at night when I don’t feel like descending three flights of stairs just to throw out a bunch of junk mail.

So this weekend when I finally remembered to check it, I discovered I had received what I’ve been anticipating for what feels like a year: Pith Magazine, containing my poem in print and my $5 paycheck for said poem. Hell. Yes.
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