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Dude Shot in Face, Spits Out Bullet.

A San Antonio man is shot in the face, then spits out the bullet.

Police say the 37-year-old man was shot at by his girlfriend's brother just close to 8 p.m. Monday on F Street on the east side.

The bullet entered the man's right cheek, went into the his mouth, and knocked out a few teeth, police said. He spit out the teeth and the bullet, police said.

Rivers Cuomo covers...

Tomorrow (From ANNIE, the musical.)

Ann Poonkasem's INVINCIBLE

John Denver's ANNIE'S SONG.

Only available for 24 hours.


Assasinate your hunger.


Ramones Guitarist Losing Fight with Cancer.

LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - The guitarist with pioneering punk rock band the Ramones is fighting a losing a battle with cancer in a Los Angeles hospital, Rolling Stone magazine reported on its Web site on Tuesday.

Johnny Ramone, 55, whose real name is John Cummings, was diagnosed with prostate cancer four years ago, and it has now spread throughout his body, quoted the band's drummer, Marky Ramone, as saying.

"Johnny's been a champ in confronting this, but at this point I think the chances are slim," Marky Ramone said in the report. "John never smoked cigarettes, he wasn't a heavy drinker and he was always into his health. It just proves when cancer seeks a body to penetrate, it doesn't matter how healthy you are or how unhealthy you are. It just seeps in and there's nothing you can do."


Dinosaur post of the day.

Perfect pterosaur found in fossil egg.


STOCKHOLM, Sweden (AP) — Ben-Hur Pereira was dressed as a devil but became the guardian angel of a teenager dangling from a four-passenger gondola on a Ferris wheel.

Pereira, who works as a devil in the "Ghost House" at the Groena Lund amusement park in Stockholm, had stepped out of the attraction Wednesday and saw the 16-year-old boy holding tight to the gondola. He had somehow fallen out of the passenger compartment and was hanging 30 feet above the ground.

Pereira, a trained acrobat, scaled the Ferris wheel, reached the teenager and pushed him back inside the gondola car.

"I acted on impulse. I have the technique and had the equipment. To climb is my job and now it just happened this way," said Pereira, wearing a black body suit with flecks of red, a goatee and a silver stud in his lower lip.

"He was a devil of a hero," Robert Mesterton, Groena Lund's chief executive told The Associated Press on Thursday.

Ex-President Bush Makes Birthday Skydive


Dinosaur fossil baffles Canadian scientists

CALGARY — The discovery of a mysterious fossil on a South American cliff offers the tantalizing possibility of a whole other species of meat-eating dinosaurs, says one of the world's foremost experts.

"We thought it was related to the tyrannosaurus just because there were a lot of features in the vertebrae as we were taking it out," said paleontologist Philip Currie, who was involved in the dig, from the Royal Tyrrell Museum in Drumheller, Alta.

"But when we compared it to the specimens in Alberta -- we compared it to the giganotosaurus the carnotaurus and their relatives -- it doesn't add up."


Grammy-Winner Ray Charles Dies at 73.

BEVERLY HILLS, Calif. - Ray Charles (news), a transcendent talent who erased musical boundaries between the sacred and the secular with hits such as "What'd I Say," "Georgia on My Mind" and "I Can't Stop Loving You," died Thursday. He was 73.

Charles died of acute liver disease at his Beverly Hills home at 11:35 a.m., surrounded by family and friends, said spokesman Jerry Digney.

Blind by age 7 and an orphan at 15, the gifted pianist and saxophonist spent his life shattering any notion of musical categories and defying easy definition. One of the first artists to record the "blasphemous idea of taking gospel songs and putting the devil's words to them," as legendary producer Jerry Wexler once said, Charles' music spanned gospel, R&B, soul, rock 'n' roll, country, jazz, big band and blues.

Bet Ray Charles ain't getting no national day of mourning. I'm just saying is all.

cheap joke.


self centered.

- I work in a bank with a bunch of catty old women.

-my girlfriend wears a tutu

-my brother works at a titty bar club selling BBQ to drunkards and strippers

-my father is deaf and my mother first language is spanish. I am a writer.

Shit, THE SHIELD is on...


the legend of sex shop dave

For those who know, I have a smorgasbord of friends with strange names. Lars Van Future, The Ritter, and of course, Sex Shop Dave.

Ol' Sex Shop was a patron of the comic book establishment that, in my formative years, was employed by. I've many a happy memory of Dave, nearly every conversation I had with the man was like teetering on edge of madness with only a twist-tie preventing me from tumbling into the abyss.

Sex Shop Dave was a good man, he worked at the sex shop up the and he always managed to make his presence a blessing. He often spoke of the drink, which he may or may not've been on most of the time. He also often spoke of the Justice League gangbanging Wonder Woman. Which normally would've gotten me to throw him out, but Sex Shop Dave was just Sex Shop Dave, and you had to love him for just doing his own thing.

Dave also had his fair share of trouble with the law, on of my earliest memories of Dave is him coming into the store to pick up some comics before going to his court hearing. He claimed to have been drinking, an undisputed claim if there ever was one. Dave was also fond of not making sense when he was regaling you with porn store horror stories, he'd often end his stories with "And that's why I drink". Matter of fact, he ended EVERY visit to the comic shop with "That's why I drink."

Sex Shop Dave also moonlighted (moonlit?)at a local bar/club called Cicero's, he was either a bouncer or the official whiskey inspector, I'm still rather unsure. In addition, Sex Shop Dave lived in a small, dank apartment above the Cicero's. At least in my mind, his apartment was small and dank; I had never been over there. Sex Shop Dave often made me think twice about my ages old straightedge (sXe) oath. The thought of Sex Shop Dave and I on a drunken adventure wander through the recesses of my brain more times than I'd care to admit.

He was a good man, Sex Shop was, a brilliantly disturbed man, who possibly had a drinking problem. But a good man, nonetheless.

In case you're wondering, Sex Shop Dave is not dead. I mean, he is, but the man called Dave lives on. I ran into him the other week, Dave has moved on with his life. No longer confined to the collapsing walls of the porno shop, Dave was fired and quit his job in the very same moment. He found new employment amongst the citizens of Shop N Save, where he now resides. He looks happier now, brighter, healthier, he speaks in coherent sentences most of the time. Sex Shop Dave is no more.

But, ya know, when I spoke with Dave, there was a gleam in his eye, a Sex Shop gleam, it was. I can't help but wonder if how dead Sex Shop Dave is.


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