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My hostel did not charge me extra for these sheets, although they easily could have.
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Spotted in DC: proof of at least one moron willing to take these for five days.
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Courtesy of Delta Airlines: Dairy Fresh Non-Dairy Creamer. That’s… impressive. George Carlin, where are you now in our hour of need?
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It is really difficult to describe this man, who was in front of me in line for smokes in the morning, about a block away from the Fremont Street Experience. That jumpsuit he’s wearing is made out of felt, and my iPod really doesn’t capture the vibrancy of his hair. Nor can you see the glass gemstone rings on every finger, the stars and planets on his outfit, or the gold glitter on his sneakers.
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Transcription of the artificial intelligence in my iPod: “You know what? Just no fucking clue. Out west somewhere?”
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“No, wait! You’re in Southern California! Right? Right?…. Damn it.”
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“I give up. Stop asking me already.”
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Everyone here has a huge-ass sign with about 18,000 watts of neon bulbs. Except Bank of America. The only sign I’ve seen in two weeks that was in disrepair.
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I believe that the “felt jumpsuit” is, in fact, pajamas.
Might have been manufactured as such, but based on his conversation with the cashier, he purchased it as outdoor wear.