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Tomorrow, you and sundry must break away from your usual Saturday entertainments and hie thyselves off to the Four Faced Liar for a Painted Bride Quarterly-sponsored game of PIMP (Poetry Improvisation Meets Postmodernism).
On Monday, you and your sweetheart can get smacked upside the head with yet more PBQ-tasticness, at Pete's Big Salmon, which just has a generally awesome season lined up.
Oh, and you should go see The Gates, too. Christo! I live near Central Park and while walking home from the subway last night, saw oodles of big orange metal doohickies looming up out of the gloaming at me. Soon they will be cloth-encrusted doohickies! Huzzah!
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For more superdickish insanity, see Superman is a Dick.
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It's kind of pleasant, really.
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* Baby Humans!
* Pizza!
* Baby Cheetahs!
* "The tail is like the dog's underwear."
* Mark introducing his baffled father to Sean McNally's "Get to Know Your Presidential Pets" at the breakfast table.
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