2006/12/01 Dobbs Ferry
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Balmy day

Zoning laws

On this balmy day I took the train to Dobbs Ferry for a walk in the woods. Well, woods. Nature.
From Dobbs Ferry to Irvington it’s just forty minutes by feet.
My godson and his mother accompanied me on this walk. To be honest without them I would not have done this.
In a pizzeria in Dobbs Ferry I was immersed in small town America.
The pizza baker shouted through his store that his son was kidnapped at age two. And that everybody in Dobbs Ferry knew about this. Later the boy nearly drowned. The kid was only nine years old but these nine years felt for the father as twenty nine years.
Suddenly, god knows why, I was reminded of an article in the newspaper about zoning laws for pedophiles. Sex offenders cannot live live within 1,000 feet of day care centers, community centers, places of worship, libraries and recreational facilities.
I’m not a sex offender, and have no intentions of becoming one. But I’d love my house to be a place of worship. In the spirit of Jesus I would like to announce that every Friday from 6 to 8 pm it’s happy hour for sex offenders. Buy a drink get one free.


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I had sex with some willing 5 to 7 year old girls, under the pretext of medical examination, and I was professionally punished for it. So I can come to visit/worship you on a friday, although I was only called a sex offender by my mother. Does that count? For the record, I was a 6 year old then, but that did not seem to hold back my father, nor any other adult.
Speaking of mothers, your mother seems to be charmed by Mr. Wilders, mine is charmed by president Putin. I send you a hug, Mr. Grunberg.
said Jan Thys 01/12/2006 12:37 • x
Happy Hour, does that come with little beverages as well? I can imagine that big glasses aren't quite the turn on, but small cups double the pleasure.
Why is it that pizzaguys always shout. PREGO, PREGO! The oven isn't hot enough yet. Would you like to put some more wood on the stove. It has Hansl und Gretl written all over it.
He makes pizzadough out of little breadcrumbs. The saus is made from childrens gut and muchrooms are little sliced up nipples. You'd better not ask for anchovy, or you'll know what you'll be eating later..


(I disgust myself)
said Dens Powwels 01/12/2006 14:40 • x
happy hour
In Oktober, in a small Flemish town a man couldn't resist on trashing election posters. Police caught him. They ordered him to stay away from election and other (he couldn't stand any poster) boards (at a distance of a kilometre). t
The local polital parties were asked not to put any boards in his environment. (!)
I plead for an happy hour for all election poster trashers.
said Vera M. 04/12/2006 12:05 • x
I'm builing a well know poster-trash-name. I decided, if I'm gonna trash'm, I should mark it proparly.
I considered Hitlermoustaches, Leninbeards, nerdie-goggles, but I finally found this genius piece of graphic art. I turned all heads into Pirates! Now, think about that.
said Dens Powwels 06/12/2006 17:18 • x
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