8.4.2k2

After the deluxe Venue Announcement from last week, Robot is exhausted. And Robot chopped off a digit while slicing bacon.

This week you get this:

Point your cars, bikes, motorcycles and shoes to Annie's. See you
there. bye-ee!

Jabber

8.3.2k2

I’ve got a part-time job at the local insect petting zoo over in the Tenderloin. It’s not a big deal, just a few hours a day sitting with the bugs and teaching the kids the proper way to handle them. They do tend to get a little frisky sometimes and because of this, care must be taken.

I was walking home last night and believe it or not, I had forgotten to put my shoes back on before I left for home. I was at Polk and Eddy when – goddang! – I stepped on a fucking hypodermic needle. It hurt! Ever the wanna-be scientist, though, I did observe a curious reaction. Read on.

With the hypo stuck in my foot, here ...


The spider bite on my hand depicted here stopped hurting.




I’ve never had acupuncture, but I suppose it’s the same principle. Intrigued, I pulled the needle out and jabbed it back in here ...




Now believe it or not, the centipede sting depicted here stopped hurting.




Neat, huh? I guess I gotta find me some more hypos. Probably not going to be a problem in this hood.

Tonight: 500 Club

Bring someone. bye-ee!

8.1.2k2

Think about this one:
24/7 cat supervision.

Meet some friends at the Hemlock Tavern tonight.