Really? You, too?
And does the College of St. Scholastica reminds you of a prison, that stone wall, and how tall it is, and the cut, the outline of the top?
You, too?
Dude.
It's got this front wall, and it reminds me of Stillwater state prison. I was never inside, except as a reporter, but, oh, well.
Yes. I can talk about something else.
I was walking around the campus before my talk, and I checked out the chapel, which was awesome. I could sit in there and think about sh*t for a long time if I had to, but I was nervous before my talk, so I just peeked inside.
Then I walked by a sign that said "St. Scholastica Monastery."
I once considered the monastery, in Oregon. I'm not sure they considered me. They would not let me keep my dog, so I left.
I think it would be great to pray about a million hours every day. And I don't know that I would miss the world too much, except for sex, and Twins baseball, and beer.
Hey.
You should have seen the lineup card I picked up at Magers & Quinn books in Minneapolis.
Upcoming Events: Mike Farrell, Mike Palecek, Ralph Nader. The events manager told me he had about 175 people for Mike Farrell, had to knock out a wall to fit everyone in. There were four people at my event and one of them was a little girl with her parents. I'm still calling it four.
Hey. The next night over in Dinky Town, near the U of M, I did a signing at Magus Books. It was like being in Diagon Alley. They had bumper stickers about brooms and witches and stars and being abducted by Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin.
I saw a plaque for "Best Astrology Store." They had crystals, and books on Wiccans and UFOs and the customers were ordering "oils." Yeah, sure, that probably means, oh, well, it could just be oils. What do you do with oils? Write me if you know.
The owner was a Brit. He called Bush a "plunker." I smiled as if I knew what that meant because I was the honored guest author. I think that means retard-war-criminal. I might need a ruling on that. Write me.
And does the College of St. Scholastica reminds you of a prison, that stone wall, and how tall it is, and the cut, the outline of the top?
You, too?
Dude.
Yes. I can talk about something else.
I was walking around the campus before my talk, and I checked out the chapel, which was awesome. I could sit in there and think about sh*t for a long time if I had to, but I was nervous before my talk, so I just peeked inside.
Then I walked by a sign that said "St. Scholastica Monastery."
I once considered the monastery, in Oregon. I'm not sure they considered me. They would not let me keep my dog, so I left.
I think it would be great to pray about a million hours every day. And I don't know that I would miss the world too much, except for sex, and Twins baseball, and beer.
Hey.
You should have seen the lineup card I picked up at Magers & Quinn books in Minneapolis.
Upcoming Events: Mike Farrell, Mike Palecek, Ralph Nader. The events manager told me he had about 175 people for Mike Farrell, had to knock out a wall to fit everyone in. There were four people at my event and one of them was a little girl with her parents. I'm still calling it four.
Hey. The next night over in Dinky Town, near the U of M, I did a signing at Magus Books. It was like being in Diagon Alley. They had bumper stickers about brooms and witches and stars and being abducted by Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin.
I saw a plaque for "Best Astrology Store." They had crystals, and books on Wiccans and UFOs and the customers were ordering "oils." Yeah, sure, that probably means, oh, well, it could just be oils. What do you do with oils? Write me if you know.
The owner was a Brit. He called Bush a "plunker." I smiled as if I knew what that meant because I was the honored guest author. I think that means retard-war-criminal. I might need a ruling on that. Write me.
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