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If you don’t need to stick around downtown, Arun’s is an incredible Thai place. The chef is a genius.
There’s a place in Oak Park I love called New Rebozo, with gourmet Mexican. It’s easy to get to off the Eisenhower. Either of Rick Bayless’ places are fantastic but can be hard to get a reservation.
Anthony Bourdain also did a local show recently, and so did Andrew Zimmern. If you’re up for something adventurous you might see if you like their reccos.
And if you’re feeling truly adventurous and don’t mind risking getting shot you can go to any of the Harold’s Chicken Shacks scattered around the South and West sides. You may or may not impress your man, but you’ll certainly give him the runs.(view post)
I just tried drawing the world’s biggest hug for DG-Root, but it wouldn’t fit in the window.
This script is truly awesome. It makes me wish I’d learned to code some time after the 1960s.(view post)
What did you expect?(view post)
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Okay, I dumped like 9,999,999 flez as my bid.(view post)
Secretary of the Inferior(view post)
Speaking as one of the less-excellent players, thank you for running this contest.(view post)
Can I enter my kid? She’s just starting to grow her ‘stache.(view post)
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Not original, but kind of scary
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Genital Seasons in Haiku
At dawn’s dewy light
A tender flower unfurls
male reproductive organ dreams of spring
Sultry summer nights
We carry each other up
The tower of love
Autumn’s swollen fruit
Coaxes one more day of sun
My balls overflow
Deep in winter’s dark
We masturbate savagely
Keeping hope alive(view post)
My male reproductive organ
An epic poem by Stumpy Mike
Chapter 1 – The Invocation
Hear me, O Muse!
For I would sing a song of male reproductive organlol
to pbum the winter evenings and to share
your holy voice with Pizza Party. They
have challenged us to make great male reproductive organ art:
a contest lengthy and fantastical
and even multimediastical
and hence this poem. A song that I
would sing of my own truly faithful friend –
The Little Man Below – to whom I’ve grown
attached, for all these years he’s never failed
to be where I expect. Through thick and thin
he’s stood by me, a stalwart, eager pal.
Adventurous, and sometimes even known
to be more reckless than a prudent head
would dictate, penetrating foreign realms
(domains of other’s mastery)! And yet
while he has traveled widely through the world
he always seems to keep returning to
the same familiar places. It’s as though
the faces change but not the fundament,
O brave adventurer! Companion in
my boredom, helpful friend to while away
the idle hours, a bud who’s always there
whenever needed, open to a bit
of wrestling now and then. He’s in it for
the long haul, hauling long beyond the scope
of this mere epic. Yea, O Muse, I sing
a song of male reproductive organlol in all its hopes
with dreams of brownie points and lulz and win.(view post)
There was an old man from Stamboul
Who soliloquized thus to his tool:
“You’ve taken my wealth
And you’ve ruined my health,
And now you won’t PEE, you old fool!”(view post)
hbd, you f***ing timewaster.(view post)
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