Stampy doesn’t feel good.

LeeLoo needs a bath.

Lights Out - new ethereal short

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From the picture, you could probably guess what establishment I’m in, but the reason this photo is “untitled” is because I couldn’t think of anything clever without sounding too political. Now, mind you, I’m not one to shy away from politics (even thought I generally happen to shy away from politics), but I wanted to call this “Freedom on Rollback” or something else referencing the Amercian flag, low prices, and the ever present security camera.

“Oh man, fuck security, what would Orwell say about this?! Yeah!”

The problem is, a title like “Freedom on Rollback” - besides sounding stupid - would have ended up trite and naive.

What I should have done was take a better picture. I could have moved my position a bit, about 90 degrees to the left, and got closer to the flag AND actually framing a sign that said “always on rollback” or whatever it is they say, there. The sign did exist, but more important was the task at hand of waiting in line to buy Sudafed ( the decongestant).

Besides containing ingredients used in methamphetamines, Sudafed can actually be used for legal purposes. Such as decongesting clogged nasal passageways. It’s good at that.

“New Formula” Sudafed made with phenylephrine instead of pseudoephedrine hydrochloride does not work. In the US state of Oregon, this means every 20 days we drive across the border (of Washington) to make illegal drug runs. I’m serious. We pack the car, drive up 15 miles, then knock-off three different stores within a 2 mile radius, taking home all the Sudafed we can carry. The total amount of Sudafed one can purchase per transaction is 96 tablets OR two boxes containing lesser amounts, just so long as the sum of both boxes is less than 96.

The sum off all Sudafed boxes housed in the above pictured establishment was less than zero. That’s what happened last time too. Be that as it may, our border hopping trips are becoming less and less fruitful. We’re having to expand our acquisition radius, and I think we’re going to stop going to that scary store anyway.

And by scary, I don’t mean the security cameras, I mean the people. The patrons that is. And if you really wanna talk scary stores and scary patrons, go have yourself a heart attack at your nearest Baby’s R Us. See who’s breeding.