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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>Maritime Drunkard</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @laurenbjerk)</generator><link>http://laurenbjerk.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>What are you zeroing in on here, Facebook? My interest in third...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lww0vzEjAA1qapkdto1_400.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are you zeroing in on here, Facebook? My interest in third trimester stomach painting, or is this simply a subtle career change hint, accompanied with some cookie-tossing, transparent design? &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laurenbjerk.tumblr.com/post/14887977590</link><guid>http://laurenbjerk.tumblr.com/post/14887977590</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2011 19:19:11 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Documentary footage presupposing there is a link between Lana...</title><description>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/30746262?title=0&amp;byline=0&amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Documentary footage presupposing there is a link between Lana Del Rey and River Phoenix’s overdose outside of The Viper Room? No, just the pulchritudinously executed music video, &lt;em&gt;Video Games. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I was going to write something here where I drew comparisons between Del Rey and &lt;a href="http://www.naturehills.com/images/articleimages/dggcnkk9_377czdvjrfq_b.jpg"&gt;Audrey Two&lt;/a&gt;, but in the end I deemed it unnecessary/kinda rude.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laurenbjerk.tumblr.com/post/14878986256</link><guid>http://laurenbjerk.tumblr.com/post/14878986256</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2011 16:17:36 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Max; An Interior Reflection</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;img align="top" alt="[photo via Chuck Jones]" height="543" src="http://blog.chuckjones.com/.a/6a010536b5599f970c0120a6fe65e3970b-500wi" width="480"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Ok, let&amp;#8217;s just call it what it is, the big elephant in the room. The question everyone is asking themselves, but no one has the balls to ask it. Why did I do it? Why did I play accomplice to a clearly unbalanced, acerbic anomaly, who&amp;#8217;s only real desire, besides seeking untroubled solitude, is ruining the most festal and celebrated holiday known to Who? Hey, I know it looks bad, man, don&amp;#8217;t you think I fucking know that? I never wanted it to come down like this. One day, I&amp;#8217;m sitting in our cave, happily watching the hours pass as I nuzzle up in a warm, wool blanket, and the next thing I know, I have a fucking used antler a&amp;#8217;twined to my skull. And really, what am I supposed to say. &amp;#8220;No, Master, I won&amp;#8217;t assist you in your ill-crafted scheme to &amp;#8216;steal Christmas&amp;#8217;, but can you please pass me that chew toy?&amp;#8221; Yeah, that would have gone over real big. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, here we are getting everything together, prepping for our big premiere, and it got to the point where I&amp;#8217;m thinking, &amp;#8220;Ok, are we &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; going to do this?&amp;#8221; And I&amp;#8217;m all strapped in, ready to start pulling this sled, which arguably shouldn&amp;#8217;t be too challenging. I mean, I&amp;#8217;m no Mastiff, but I can pull my weight. So, I start pulling this lazy son-of-a-bitch, and all the while he&amp;#8217;s screaming at me to go faster, and I&amp;#8217;m like &amp;#8220;Are you fucking kidding me?&amp;#8221; Lest we forget, that at this point I had already gotten my tail pulled through his cheap-ass sewing machine, that is probably circa 1892. So, not only am I distressing about tetanus shots and a whole shit load of other ailments that could come out of that mow down, but now I have to worry about whether he is going to whip me due to my humble pace. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, long story short, I did manage to maneuver that splintered excuse for a sled around Whoville. And, yeah, the great, shining orb of eternal enlightenment did get a little too close for comfort at the end there, where, you know, I&amp;#8217;m hanging by a fucking string from the edge of that slippery cliff. But it&amp;#8217;s done now. We did it, we accomplished it, and yeah, maybe the original goal was foregone for a more baronial outcome, but in the end, I still got my sliver of roast beast. I don&amp;#8217;t really care that the Grinch got the glory or praise from our failed nefarious actions, nor do I care that no one really was interested in studying my cardiac muscle tissue functions. Big picture, you know? I&amp;#8217;m over it, really, I&amp;#8217;m much more interested in marking off other things on my bucket list. I think there&amp;#8217;s, like, &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; Truffula tree left in existence. The next big focus for me will be pissing on that.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;[photo courtesy &lt;a href="http://blog.chuckjones.com/chuck_redux/2009/12/image-of-the-day-dr-seuss-how-the-grinch-stole-christmas-max.html"&gt;Chuck Jones&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laurenbjerk.tumblr.com/post/14836626596</link><guid>http://laurenbjerk.tumblr.com/post/14836626596</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2011 20:23:56 -0500</pubDate><category>monologues</category><category>humor</category></item><item><title>Modern day Shakespeare.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnvcfw6ZRW1qapkdto1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Modern day Shakespeare.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laurenbjerk.tumblr.com/post/7266639933</link><guid>http://laurenbjerk.tumblr.com/post/7266639933</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2011 12:28:44 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Baby, you’re a firework.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lno43kMU5n1qapkdto1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby, you’re a firework.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laurenbjerk.tumblr.com/post/7127603810</link><guid>http://laurenbjerk.tumblr.com/post/7127603810</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2011 14:45:21 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Why are all the good ones taken.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnmwho9kl81qapkdto1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why are all the good ones taken.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laurenbjerk.tumblr.com/post/7117284928</link><guid>http://laurenbjerk.tumblr.com/post/7117284928</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2011 08:00:06 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>This is the kind of “popular” your mom and Aunt...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnl4yb8QPG1qapkdto1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the kind of “popular” your mom and Aunt Vesta warned you about.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laurenbjerk.tumblr.com/post/7093766575</link><guid>http://laurenbjerk.tumblr.com/post/7093766575</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jun 2011 17:02:06 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>5 Things I Like To Say While Doing My Jimmy Stewart Impression</title><description>&lt;p&gt;001. Crawfish Transvestites&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;002. Outlandish Saliva&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;003. Crop Variations &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;004. Street Sprawl&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;005. Innocuous Trenches&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laurenbjerk.tumblr.com/post/7079200191</link><guid>http://laurenbjerk.tumblr.com/post/7079200191</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jun 2011 08:00:06 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I guess you can’t expect everyone to like A Very Brady...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnkk4q2AMn1qapkdto1_400.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess you can’t expect everyone to like A Very Brady Sequel.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laurenbjerk.tumblr.com/post/7062179369</link><guid>http://laurenbjerk.tumblr.com/post/7062179369</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jun 2011 20:00:06 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>How flattering! I’d love the extra help this weekend, do...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnka6j5kfu1qapkdto1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;How flattering! I’d love the extra help this weekend, do you have any experience handling sticker guns or tin boxes with a loose collection of quarters, singles and fives? I’m totally able to provide compensation for your labor, I happen to be selling all of my bras, so I’m certain I’ll be turning a pretty decent profit.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laurenbjerk.tumblr.com/post/7048811452</link><guid>http://laurenbjerk.tumblr.com/post/7048811452</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jun 2011 13:08:08 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
