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Monday, November 17, 2008

Or Perhaps There's A Gas Leak

"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity."--Edgar Allan Poe

On that note, the streets appear to be chock full of cows tonight.

And since I'm rapidly going off the deep end, apparently whilst riding a demonic cow, I thought I'd share the coolest matchbook cover ever. Chesterfield Hats, 1950s.

6 comments:

Crypt Stitch said...

Streets chock full of cows huh...a remake of Hitchcocks "The Birds" with a bovine twist, or more "Night of the Living Ruminants". Ah, will this cow thing ever get old?
The word verification is 'spolow'- a lazy arse way to say Sleepy Hollow? Or a combo of spit and swallow? Grose.

Eve said...

How can cows ever get old? Gary Larson did cow cartoons for years, showing us their cunning and slightly evil ways.

Obsidian Kitten said...

that is an incredible matchbook cover. is the idea that you're scraping the matchhead across his manly and stubbly face?

i think Night of the Living Ruminants demands a script. immediately.

Severina said...

Ahhhh! Zombie cows shuffling through the city, mooing and fighting one another over the last bit of green lawn.

But what would an undead cow-burger taste like?

And as for the matchbook cover, I'm not sure what the heck the idea was but yours is as good as any.

Obsidian Kitten said...

i think it's actually hugh jackman.

he looks way better with stubble, and why not a bit of ashy matchhead mixed in?

Severina said...

Then he'd smell like a struck match.

Mmmmm, struck match...