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So with an hour to spare,
we headed toward the senior center, where a five buck stick-to-your-ribs
pancake breakfast awaited all parade participants. While Karen discusses
the finer points of parade etiquette, I'm sneaking another sugar into
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Ladies and Gentlemen....
Start your contraptions! The parade has begun moving, and participants
are being slowly metered out onto Raymond Avenue. Here is our party,
just sitting and holding our place in line. Now would be a good time
to use the bathroom. |
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Finally, that big first
step off the starting line has put us smack in the middle of 100,000
spectators. Here we see Kevin practicing for his future position as
Mayor of Altadena, while I scan the instruments to decide exactly
which secret weapon to deploy next. |
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"From the perspective
of your favourite couch, the world at times seems remarkably like
one huge-ass television screen." - Marshall McLuhan |
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The reason we have good
friends is so someone we care deeply about is there to share our most
prized moments with us. Sounds corny, but I had to build a motorized
couch to discover just how true this really is. |
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Okay, okay, bullshit!
The real reason I built the couch is that I'm an exhibitionist, a
publicity whore, and I can't stand being out of the public eye for
more than a few hours at a time. |
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Check out the Los
Angeles local TV news coverage by clicking on the image above.
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Here's my headline: ---Man Eaten
Alive By Gas-Powered Sofa, Passersby Unaffected---Does day-glo
purple make my ass look fat?
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