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I had to read student essays from Wyoming about their most "dramatic moment in their life," and all they would talk about was so and so died in a car accident.
I grew up in South Carolina, and we were always 49th in everything. My dad used to joke that the state's unofficial motto was "Thank God For Mississippi."
Shortly after moving to Chicago, I was at some kind of dinner-party-shaped event and this dude asked about what I'd been doing in SC, and I told him that I'd come off of a couple years working at a free clinic. For some reason he seemed very surprised, and asked if there had been a big need for that kind of thing down there, so for an example I pulled out some statistic I'd filed away: that for a hot minute our semi-rural county had been able to claim the highest per-capita occurrence of gonorrhea in the nation. He was floored, and after a few more minutes of similarly graceless conversation, drifted off into the festivity. A little while later, I saw him edging his way back toward me with a couple ladies in tow, and when he saw me see him, he yelled from like halfway across the crowded room, "James! James! Stay right there! I want you to tell them what you told me! About the gonorrhea!"
I had to read student essays from Wyoming about their most "dramatic moment in their life," and all they would talk about was so and so died in a car accident.
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Are you a balloon-juice.com reader as well?
Bob: A guy in WA (state, not DC) died while trying to fuck a horse.
Police shootings, emergency radio network, minor league baseball.
Yeah, one of my favorite sites.
"What will I say to the kids?"
Shortly after moving to Chicago, I was at some kind of dinner-party-shaped event and this dude asked about what I'd been doing in SC, and I told him that I'd come off of a couple years working at a free clinic. For some reason he seemed very surprised, and asked if there had been a big need for that kind of thing down there, so for an example I pulled out some statistic I'd filed away: that for a hot minute our semi-rural county had been able to claim the highest per-capita occurrence of gonorrhea in the nation. He was floored, and after a few more minutes of similarly graceless conversation, drifted off into the festivity. A little while later, I saw him edging his way back toward me with a couple ladies in tow, and when he saw me see him, he yelled from like halfway across the crowded room, "James! James! Stay right there! I want you to tell them what you told me! About the gonorrhea!"
My evening never really rebounded after that.
I wonder if that raised or lowered the horse's status with his equine peers.
I-80 + winter = worst driving experience ever
I think I unwilling streamed this video once, very disturbing.