stalkerdave

This past week-end, the Attic hosted a rather un-characteristic early Sunday evening concert. It was Pam McInnis' CD release (finally) for her new project, Pamela and the Underwater.

Set drunk rockers loose in the club band room with their Sharpies and what are the results?

( Enter the Hall of Boners. )

It's true: their songs are better.

Following mayhem last night at the Khyber (trying to pick up Philly Clark* is not as straight-forward as you'd think), the Snow-Man Posse made their way home via the Commons, where they left their mark:



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*I decided not to continue the holiday tradition of nabbing a partially-eaten cookie from the man to auction on eBay, but he sure does love his cookies.

Wow! I don't know how we let this anniversary go by un-noticed. I guess we've just been so busy, but it's just a little over a year now since we started this whole thing. We here at Stalker Dave would like to take this time to re-assert our firm commitment to stalking you. Not like those other stalkers, who lose interest after you stop filing restraining orders, or, heaven forbid, mentally un-stable stalkers who can go back on their medication at any time. We will be there for you 24 hours per day, 7 days a week. If there's some bushes, we'll be behind them. We thank you for your patronage.

I'm looking at two shirts here, both of which proclaim ‘100% cotton’ on the tags.

What I want to know is, if they already used 100% of the cotton in the world to make the first shirt, where did they get the cotton for the second one?

Jews.