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in Humor 3-space

  It's August and the entire city smells of bin juice. At least, I think that's what they call it -- last summer I read an article about Sanitation Workers' lingo (e.g. disco rice = maggots) and I'm pretty sure "bin juice" is what they call the liquid residue at the bottom of a garbage truck after you empty it of its solid contents. It is as putrid a fluid as Jabba the Hut's diarrhea. Woof! So anyway, that's what the city smells like. The restaurants put out their trash at night but when the air outside hovers above 85 degrees all night the sidewalk acts like a grilltop and those hot bags of meat tailings and liquefying vegetable matter squirt out their essence before they get picked up the following dawn, and it is too humid for the juices to evaporate or dry out or anything so the ground in front of any restaurant is slick and vomitous and you can only imagine the festival of roiling vermin that danced upon the sickening slick the night before.
     Speaking of which, I had an awful encounter last night. I was at my Mom's house (air conditioning, yo -- yesterday it was still 94 when I left work) last night, slumbering peacefully, when the need to urinate seized me in the wee small hours of the night. I stumbled to the lavatoire, flipped on the light -- aigh! bright! -- and sat down to take a whiz (I don't trust my standing aim when I'm half-asleep). Just as I was about to loose a sleepy stream, A FUCKING GIANT COCKROACH ZOOMED OUT FROM BEHIND THE TOILET, running between my goddamn feet like he didn't give a shit. I said "holy fuck!" in a nighttime voice and danced away from the toilet, naked and defenseless. I'm so fucking glad I was naked, though, because OH MA GAH can you imagine if he had wandered out on the same path and I had had my boxers around my ankles? Oh fuck what if he had crawled into my boxers AHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGHHH!!!!!
      But so I danced, like I said, away from the toilet, but the stupid bug didn't, like, run away -- he just sort of wandered in crazy confused circles without fear of foot-smashing. Well, he was right about that because ain't NO WAY I'm crushing a water bug with my big flat bare feet BBBBLLLLAARRRGGGG. But these days I'm a tiny bit more controlled in situations like this, so instead of teleporting to a different area code and swearing off using that bathroom for the rest of my life, I peeked back at the toilet to see if the stupid bug was still there. And sure enough, his hulking chitinous idiocy was still loitering at the base of the bowl, like nice camouflage, you hexapedal doofus.
      I learned long ago that bug sprays like Raid don't do anything but clear a New York City bug's sinuses; they laugh at you and do a little jig, but they don't look any worse for the wear. HOWEVER. Soap -- regular soap, or shampoo, or dishsoap especially -- will just completely murderize a bug. I think I first heard about this from The Straight Dope when I was a kid, and it stuck with me. At my house I always keep a spray bottle filled with soapy water, but as I was away from home, I had to improvise. I took two squirts of handsoap into my palm, added some water, stirred it with my finger, and flung it, Byung-Hyun Kim-style, at the brown monster. He sat there a bit, like "so what," but then -- then! -- he was like "whoa, feeling a little woozy" and he started to wander away from the terlet, and he stuck out his wing for a sec, giving me an instant pre-infarction spazzy panic attack thing as I thought he might take to the air in a final death flight into my face, but the wing just stuck out of his back all crazy and he limped under a cabinet to die. I did not check this morning, but I know he lays there still. Dead, motherfucker. Fuck you.
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DISALLOWED FOREVER

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"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you!"
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"from whence"
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"...the exception that proves the rule"
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any use of the question "spit or swallow?"
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the phrase "drop trou"
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fake-o reviewer verbs:
"penned" for wrote
"helmed" for directed
"lensed" for whatever
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"expat"
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the euphemism
"passed away"
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pronouncing merci beaucoup as "mercy buckets!"
(see also: "grassy-ass!")

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PET PEEVES

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"confinscated"
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trying children "as adults"
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"drownded"
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misuse of reflexive pronouns, as when someone says "Please talk to Bob or myself." Come on people now. "Myself" is not just a fancy version of "me"! LEARN IT.
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tattoos in the Courier font
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any use of Comic Sans

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