05-10-2006, 08:52 PM
You're all familiar with The Mystery Spot. Drunk Monk had the bumper sticker on his old car. You see that bumper sticker every once in a while. I'm embarrassed to admit I've never been to the place. It's up north, right? On 101 past Ukiah and Willits, maybe close to the Oregon border? I've been past it many times, I'm sure. I mean, I spent two and a half years living among the redwoods in Mendocino County, close to where east meets west at right angles. That was pretty strange in itself. But the Mystery Spot. That's gotta take the cake. Only it remains elusive.
Anyway, last week on Shoreline Drive in Mountain View I saw the bumper sticker again. Only it wasn't just one bumper sticker. It was a lot of them. It was an old sedan of uncertain color, because I couldn't see any of its paint. It was completely covered in The Mystery Spot stickers.
Better than a white buffulo. Or an alien anal-probe. Or Dennis Rodman on stilts. Or Madonna on her knees. Or Asian granny porn.
Impressive as hell.
It's been a good year. No matter what happens from this point until December 31 midnight, this has been a good year.
--cranefly
Anyway, last week on Shoreline Drive in Mountain View I saw the bumper sticker again. Only it wasn't just one bumper sticker. It was a lot of them. It was an old sedan of uncertain color, because I couldn't see any of its paint. It was completely covered in The Mystery Spot stickers.
Better than a white buffulo. Or an alien anal-probe. Or Dennis Rodman on stilts. Or Madonna on her knees. Or Asian granny porn.
Impressive as hell.
It's been a good year. No matter what happens from this point until December 31 midnight, this has been a good year.
--cranefly