Happy birthday, Mags. You're still my number one comrade, even if we've been separated by marching orders.
Edit: This is fucking hilarious....
5.11.2010
The Magpie.
It's the Magpie's birthday. Not here, obviously, but back Stateside, in what he likes to arbitrarily refer to as "the real world" (or did before he got back there).
Happy birthday, Mags. You're still my number one comrade, even if we've been separated by marching orders.
Edit: This is fucking hilarious....
Happy birthday, Mags. You're still my number one comrade, even if we've been separated by marching orders.
Edit: This is fucking hilarious....
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No I like Birds?
Come one. Summer. Jay Z Heights. Some random Billie Holiday song or something, and then what comes on. ... I don't care if you look like a turd, cause I like.... birds.... whistles....
Ah... comrade
There is nothing real about my world anymore.
You should have a special: Ask Magnes section of your blog in honor of your birthday.
<3
I almost posted that one, but thought it was too obvious. I still think of that sweaty night in front of the AirTron every time I hear it though. Plus a handful of random nights at the Goose where I forced you to listen to it on my mp3 player to try to cheer you up.
I'm still waiting for you to write your guest post.....
Well years later, the Eels cheered me up. Even if their last two albums were awful!
Give me a topic to guest post on, and I'll write something. I promise. I can't come up with topic these days. or throw me a springform question that's particularly stupid. Not that your readers are stupid. Well. Some of them.
Haw!
Airtron!
Let's play would you rather.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOXT-Naxyq4
Look carefully!
My "readers". Guhuh.
I don't do topics either. And formspring is just strange compliments mixed with imbalanced sounding questions coming from possibly someone deep in the countryside, experiencing some sort of Deliverance version of Korea or something.
We'll think of something.
Oh god. Would you rather?
"Would you ever eat a puppy?"
".... What?"
"It's a game. Would you ever eat a puppy?"
"It's 'Would you rather?' The game doesn't work if you only give one option...."
"No. Would you ever eat a puppy?"
"Eat a puppy or what?"
"Just eat a puppy."
"...."
"???"
"....Well, then, no."
"You have to! It's the game!"
"Oh my god shut the fuck up and go to sleep."
No jokes about what has occured since then that would possibly disprove the theory that I would never eat a puppy, unless there was only a worse option on the table otherwise....
Haha you're famous. When was that?
Oh yeah I forgot about the "... or die" refrain. Sheer ingenuity on your part, there.
That dry Magnes wit that I'm known for.
That was at Town Hall in Times square circa 2005. February I think. Lesley went with me. She's standing next to me, but uh... you can't see her.
I'm a man about town. At least I was.
I'm a little upset that your blog readers don't seem to care about me. Or Fudgey the Whale. If you ask me, with all of that fudge. Fudgey is just asking to get raped.
Too soon?
That's not fudge, that's delicious gulf coast BP oil.
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