I can't complain but sometimes I still do
This guy...
I saw him at The Wedge co-op in Uptown Minneapolis on Sunday. He looked confused and gray. He bought a Star-Tribune.
And, um, he was grabbing Paris Hilton's butt.*
*My feeble attempt to make the story more exciting.
posted by Steve Hyden @ 3:44 PM
I can't complain but sometimes I still do
My name is Steve and I'm a newspaper reporter and writer living in northeast Wisconsin, which is just below the armpit created by the bulk of the state and the peninsula. I don't live in the actual armpit, which is Green Bay, which is a place where fat people sit on their porches and watch traffic go by when the Packers aren't in season. I live in Appleton, a place where slightly less fat people do slightly more interesting things, like watch NASCAR, which is traffic with better camera work. I like living here 79 percent of the time. I fancy myself a deep thinker, an iconoclast, a man who can enjoy both high and low culture. Think Chuck Klosterman with a dose of Jack Nicholson from "Five Easy Pieces." However, I suspect I am not nearly as cool as I think I am. I may in fact be a dork. For example, look at how I described myself a few sentences earlier. What can I say? I'm the guy who started listening to the Clash when he was 13 not because he was reacting against the repressive Republican regime he had lived under most of his life, but because John Cusack wore a Clash T-shirt in "Say Anything..."
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Weird. I met Franken at a book signing back in... um... some time last winter. Seemed very nice and rather humble.
Paris Hilton is quite lucky to have such classy people touching her butt. I mean, like, it has to be a step up from Shannon Doherty's husband, right?
my brother saw shannon doherty in quebec city ...
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