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See for yourself.

Is that a tablecloth?

Like an artist whose medium is shit, I’m guessing their plan is to provoke a reaction through a conceptual performance piece called In Really, Really Poor Taste (Sacrilege?). Can’t see how this would garner any sympathy from the “Happy Holidays” crowd they’re apparently going after.

Secondly, this being the Christmas season and all, shouldn’t they be dressing as the baby Jesus? Like with diapers and halos or something?

Click it bitch, you know you want to! You know you need it! Oh yeah!!!

There’s a buttload more of these Shepard Fairey homages over at Rene Wanner’s Poster Page…. I think my favorites are Soup, Dependsrent a car bulgaria, and any of the Scary Bitch Palin posters, with honorable mention to Bork. Also, The Hoff (not pictured).

I could have made the big time on cafepress if it weren’t for those meddling 21stcenturyfilth kids.

UPDATE:   And furthermore, Teh Nickz0rz sends lolatmccain.com

Today’s Featured Article at wikipedia.org is The Power of Nightmares.

If you’re unfamiliar with the series of three hour-long documentary films, that’s probably because it has had limited exposure in the US. The reasons for this are obvious: it compares radical islam with neo-conservatism, showing how they are similar and feed off each other.

So be a good little mouse potato and go check it out!

Everyone in Denver knows The Market (on Larimer), but did you know that The Market is also home to the best barista on the planet, Mr. Scott Barnes:

It doesn’t hurt that The Market also has the best espresso in town.

NOTE: If you don’t see Scott behind the counter, turn around and march right down to the Tattered Cover or Evil Bean, lest you wind up with a cup of milk from some lesser wanna-be who should be working at Charbucks.

Propz to We-Todd for the photo

Propz to C-Bart the PFY for teh youtubez0rz and lolz.

…And furthermore, C-Bart also sends the update to the update, bitches:

In honor of our annual trip to The Shore:

In a big tumbler of ice, stir:
One shot Captain Morgan’s rum
Half shot of Grand Marnier/Cointreau
One shot cherry pomegranate juice (impossible to find here, everywhere back east)
One shot sparkling water/club soda
Splash (half a capful maybe) of Rose’s Lime
Three drops Angustura bitters

And you weren’t there to see it…

…but then, neither was I…

thank God for Youtube.

OK bitches what’s your name?

Comments are required this time, muthafuckers!!

When the music’s over turn out the light.
Turn out the light.
Turn out the light.

For those of you who missed one or more episodes of The Sopranos, including maybe the one last night, I would like to save you the expense of all those DVDs and say that the ultimate message is of the entire series is:

Every day is a gift

And that’s your bottom line - the Sopranos in a nutshell.

Phrased like that, without the foul language, nudity, senseless violence, and cold-blooded murder, it sounds almost religious, doesn’t it? After getting shot, what should Tony do?

And after repeated and continuing fuckage attempts by multiple telcos, what should DancinFool do?

The answer to that question is left as an exercise for the reader.

Which is to say: yeah, maybe your Monday sucks, but get over it, no matter how bad it gets, a Monday every week sure as hell beats the alternative.

‘Cause the music is your only friend, until the end.
Until the end.
Until the end.
Un - til the … end….

Or … not….