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She's fourteen, listens to Switchblade Symphony, cuts Geography class, and smokes cloves when no adults are around. Her speech bubble also says something different everyday! Say hi to Tina. Tina the Troubled Teen ...or don't say hi to Tina.

This changes daily, also.The Weather in Hell

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The Lost Art of the Drunken Drive

by Jeff Koyen

Tough topic, eh? Pet taboo for the PTA, favorite faux pas for every suburban parent in this rotting country. Drunk Driving. Man oh man- -what to say.

Let's say you've been drinking hard in your living room, alone, for the last six nights. Some new faces would do you good, some strangers to look at, some unfamiliar humanity to disgust you, remind you of your own superiority. But how're you going to get there, drink your fill, and get home? How can you get drunk and successfully drive home? Take these tips from me, cause I got the experience, baby. Plenty of it.

1. Get the Fuck Out of the Suburbs

Move to the city. It's the simplest solution to your drunk driving problems. DWI Checkpoints and idle policemen inhabit the suburbs. City cops have plenty else to do besides worry about some drunk driving across town 10 blocks to go home. Of course, if you go tearing down Broadway at 4 in the morning, you're fucked. But, then, you'd also be stupid.

Face it--the suburbs breed angry, arrogant police. Town cops were teenage losers, kids too stupid and insecure to break out of the hometown. Suburban cops will put a flashlight in your face while you're kissing your date goodnight. Suburban cops will pull you over because a turn signal bulb is broken. Fucking suburban cops will proudly bust your ass for DWI. It gets the Sheriff re-elected and gets their pathetic hides closer to that promotion.

City cops, though, they've got bigger problems. If you live in a city, then drink and drive home in the city. Keep it calm and you'll make it home to drink more.

2. Know Your Car

Aside from the Check-Points, how do drunk drivers get caught? By hitting something. Hitting someone. Driving too fast. Or driving erratically. Yes. Driving erratically, swerving down residential roads, weaving in and out of traffic, wobbling down the road in front of that cop on your tail. But this can be prevented, no matter how drunk you get. As long as you know how to drive your car.

It doesn't really matter you're driving. Each car has its quirks and its subtle tricks for smooth driving. For example: a 1989 Volkswagen Fox (and every other Fox, I figure, since they're all identical) has a push-switch headlight control on the left of the dash, a finger's distance away from the steering wheel. On straight roads, you put 2 fingers of your left hand along the "On" portion of the switch and use this makeshift anchor to keep the wheel straight.

Similarly, a 1984 Nissan Sentra has a ledge along the driver's side window which is the perfect place to secure your elbow, locking your arm in place and keeping the wheel straight.

But there's more. You need to shift without stalling. You need to drive in the rain without slipping. You need to keep your windshield defrosted at all times. You need to drive well consistently--drunk and sober.

Period.

3. Do Not Drive Other Drunks Home

Never. Absolutely never. Let them take a fucking cab.

Why? Because people are assholes. And drunk people are bigger assholes. They will jump around in the car, they will yell out the window and harass girls, they will drink while you drive, like it or not. Drunk passengers attract cops like evangelists attract Southerners. Flies to shit, baby.

Being a nice guy is a one-way ticket to DWI, complete with a night in jail, an expensive lawyer, and insurance surcharges so far up your asshole you'll need a second mortgage to get them out. Use your brain, fuck the other guy. That's why the government gave us public transit. Make them use it.

4. Breath Mints--No Gum

If I were a cop pulling someone over 15 minutes after last call, and he or she was frantically chewing on a pack of Wrigley's, I'd throw Miranda down the sewer and haul that asshole into jail just for being so stupid.

The same thing with cigarettes: If you smoke, then smoke. But don't light up as soon as you're being pulled over. It's just too obvious, eh?

Tic Tacs. BreathMints. Whatever. Shove a handful in your mouth as soon as you start the car. If you get pulled over, swallow them or chew them up. Don't spit them out. Don't scramble for more. Just take it easy, pal. Nice 'n Easy.

5. Crack the Window

Because you stink. Like a bar. Fortunately, bars smell like smoke, which isn't against the law. With the mints from #4 and an open window, you're cooking with gas and making it home.

6. Stay Off the Backroads

Sure, it seemed like a good idea at the time: Let's cut through that neighborhood, less cops around. But it's not a good idea. It's a stupid idea, if you think about it. More cars drive the main roads at 3 a.m. than drive the back roads. If there's more cars, and you're following these tips, then someone else is bound to look far more drunk than you. And that person will get pulled over and arrested.

In most towns, it looks suspicious to drive a backroad when a perfectly fine 2-laner is available. That's why towns build roads--for people to drive on. If you're not driving on it, then you're avoiding it. And if you're avoiding it, then you're either drunk or you've got a body in the trunk. Either way, you're fucked.

7. Listen to me

As long as you play the odds, you're fine. Odds are that someone is worse off than you. Someone always is. Let them get fucked. They'd do it to you.

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PICK-UP LINES

Keep in mind dat I neva write these. Get any more good onez for me add?
e mail me or leave 'em in the guest book.

"Are you single?" (yes) "Not anymore."
"Hello my name is (your name) but you can call me tonight."
"If you were a booger, I'd pick you first."
"If I followed you home, would you keep me?"
"Hey, why did you trip me?" (I didn't.) "Then how come I fell in love when you walked by?"
"Girl, I'd walk three miles over broken glass in bare feet to kiss the ass of the dog that pissed on the hubcap of the truck that took your panties to the cleaners!"
"With that body, I hope you have a license to kill!"
"Your Dad must be a baker,'cause you've got nice buns!"
"I think I'm dying." (Why?) "Because I'm looking at heaven."
"How has your day been?" (answer...fine) "I asked you how your day was, not how you look."
"You know, the more I drink, the prettier you get!"
"Do you work at Kentucky Fried Chicken?" (Why?) "Because you're finger lickin' good!"
"Did you know your body is 80 percent water, and I'm thirsty."
(Excuse me, do you have the time?) "Do you have the energy?"
"Hey baby, do you want to go behind that rock and get a little boulder?"
"Excuse me miss, is your dress felt? Would you like it to be?"
"If I told you that you have a great body would you hold it against me? "
"Is that a bottle of Windex in your pants?" (No, why?) "Because I can sure see myself in them!"
"My face is leaving in ten minutes. Be on it."
"The only reason I'd kick you out of my bed would be to make love to you on the floor."
"If my right leg was Thanksgiving, and my left leg was Christmas, would you visit me between the holidays?"
"Look at you with all them curves and me with no brakes"
"Do you know what an Australian kiss is?"(No) "Kind of like a french kiss, but down under!"
"You know, my vasectomy required 37 stitches..."
"Why don't you sit on my lap and we'll see what pops up?"
"I'm feeling a little overdressed, wanna get naked?"
"You know what looks good on you? (What?) Me."
"Lets add you and me, subtract our clothes, divide our legs and multiply."
"Legs is the word of the day. Let's go back to your place and spread the word."
"Let's go to my place and do the things I'll tell everyone we did anyway."
"Screw me if I'm wrong... But I think you want to kiss me!!"
"Hey baby, want to see something swell?"

PUT DOWNS
(Haven't we met before?) "Yes, I'm the receptionist at the VD Clinic."
(So, wanna go back to my place?) "Well, I don't know. Will two people fit under a rock?"
(Do you have a boyfriend?) "If I said yes, would you leave me alone?"
"Want to dance?" (No, thank you.) "Don't thank me, thank God someone asked you!"
(So, what do you do for a living?) "Female impersonator."
(Hey baby, where have you been all my life?) "For the first half of it, I probably wasn't born yet."
"Sorry, I don't date outside my species."
"Would you like to dance? (No.) "I'm sorry, you must have misunderstood me. I said, you look fat in those pants."
(Where have you been all my life?) "What life?"
(I know how to please a woman.) "Then please leave me alone."
(Hey, baby, what's your sign?) "Do not enter."
(Haven't I seen you someplace before?) "Yeah, that's why I don't go there anymore."

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by Jeff Koyen, again

One of my most fond memories of childhood is standing in front of the bowl, urinating, trying to break a discarded cigarette in half with the force of my urine. When my bladder was just about evacuated, at that last moment, the butt broke, sending wet shreds of tobacco swirling around the water, floating in and under the foam of my piss. Triumph.

Every time there's a cigarette in the toilet when I'm pissing, I try to break the butt. Most guys do, I figure. Ask your boyfriend or spouse.

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