http://blog.fawny.org/2005/04/06/consumer/ blog.fawny.org Thu, 26 May 2011 13:52:32 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.4-alpha-19861 http://blog.fawny.org/2005/04/06/consumer/comment-page-1/#comment-1791 Brad L. Graham ¶ Personal Weblog of Joe Clark, Toronto Tue, 05 Jan 2010 19:06:12 +0000 http://blog.fawny.org/2005/04/06/consumer/#comment-1791 [...] Jonno, the only black gay type designer on earth, and some fat faghag I couldn’t get rid of spent a lot of time at a deserted gay bar in Austin shooting the shit. I felt like I was in a peer group with Brad and Jonno, who had bloody well [...] [...] Jonno, the only black gay type designer on earth, and some fat faghag I couldn’t get rid of spent a lot of time at a deserted gay bar in Austin shooting the shit. I felt like I was in a peer group with Brad and Jonno, who had bloody well [...]

]]> http://blog.fawny.org/2005/04/06/consumer/comment-page-1/#comment-675 Directed North – Le «blog personnel» de Joe Clark Fri, 09 Feb 2007 23:36:02 +0000 http://blog.fawny.org/2005/04/06/consumer/#comment-675 [...] I took a disco-nap and later sat, as if desultorily, among discarded peanut shells at the Pumpjack (official orthography: PumpJack). But lo and behold, my adorable-scamp friend, his two colleagues from Microsoft, and a rather curious married man from another Canadian province all toddled in. While our delightful discourse is, by agreement, unbloggable, the photos aren’t, and those will be going up shortly. It was reminiscent of my night out with Jonno, the Brad, Josh, and a faghag we couldn’t get rid of in Austin in ‘05. (Also reminiscent was the music - in both places, super hits played in apparent alphabetical order. It left me with an earworm for “Queen of Hearts.”) We closed the place, and the adorable scamp and I left the other three to their own devices while we retired individually. [...] [...] I took a disco-nap and later sat, as if desultorily, among discarded peanut shells at the Pumpjack (official orthography: PumpJack). But lo and behold, my adorable-scamp friend, his two colleagues from Microsoft, and a rather curious married man from another Canadian province all toddled in. While our delightful discourse is, by agreement, unbloggable, the photos aren’t, and those will be going up shortly. It was reminiscent of my night out with Jonno, the Brad, Josh, and a faghag we couldn’t get rid of in Austin in ‘05. (Also reminiscent was the music – in both places, super hits played in apparent alphabetical order. It left me with an earworm for “Queen of Hearts.”) We closed the place, and the adorable scamp and I left the other three to their own devices while we retired individually. [...]

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