it was july 1969...i remember #@&% ralph devilen dr....my mother doing the dishes...( i was only seven...fuck dishes...let's throw water balloons at the mentally challenged kid down the street )...my mother had nice dishes...corning wear...the mother fucking mercedes of dishes...the envy of ever house wife that side of the 21 st century...the ladies would rub their privates even at the sight of those fucking dishes...and you didn't see a lot of that back in 1969...
ANYWAY...the year is 2013...i walk by my childhood house having just bought the new " perl jam " c.d...a masterpiece...if i do say so myself...fresh and vital but still being built upon the foundation of what made them possibly the best band of the last 20 years...ANYWAY...as i walk by my old house...this lady suddenly opens the door and casually meanders outside into the glowing , virgin afternoon...and do you know what she is carrying ??? MOTHER FUCKING CORNING WEAR...DO THE ODDS , MR. JONES...bitching , man...CORN-ING-WEAR !!!
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