Monday, May 02, 2005

PAINTED GROUND CONTEST: What's in the bottle?


What's in the bottle? Sodapop? Liquor? Mother's milk? Half full? Half empty? We don't know, you tell us. Winner gets something in a bottle. Announced when we get around to it. We want props for not naming the post after that song.

xo,
The Painted Ground
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9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Bottle? Reykjavik, Iceland, Oct. 16, 1986. Gorbachev from the back as he looks off into the distance with courage, with wonder, with despair. pw/sf/pa

Anonymous said...

That's no bottle -- it's the chins of two people kissing... lr/sf

Anonymous said...

Ah, pw/sf/pa was SO close, probably confused by the fading. Reykjavik, March 28, 2005 (to pw/sf/pa's credit, he was not so confused his that his thinking turned to the date of the fateful match). Bobby Fischer has come back to fight his proclaimed crusade (stated, yes, in 1972) against "mad dog communism."

Everybody looks chunky in those coats, it's easy to get confused.

t.a.f.k.a.y.e.l.r.a. said...

As a tribute to the late Jim Croce it should be called "Time in a Bottle." However, I've never been one to pay tribute to the dead. Plus, Jim Croce had a funky mustache. I bet he had to comb it a lot. His wife must have been all pissed and shit. "Jim! You've got caraway seeds in your 'stache again! Comb that shit," she'd say. Then he'd be all like, "LEAVE ME ALONE, WOMAN! I'M WRITING A SONG ABOUT TURNPIKES!" I bet that was really funny.

My guess is that the bottle is full of urine. I had a friend that couldn't find a bathroom while she was driving on upper Haight. She pissed in a Snapple bottle 'cuz she had to go real bad. I think it's a tribute to her.

t.a.f.k.a.y.e.l.r.a. said...

For the record, I still have that friend.

JM said...

It's a bottle of whup-ass and it'll be opened in the very near future believe you me!

Anonymous said...

Inside that bottle is some of Jim Croce's actual urine. His wife keps it on a shelf at her tourist trap cum Applebee's knockoff in San Diego. Whenever one of her illegal Mexican busboys mentions that his paycheck is late - again - she points to the bottle and says, with jowls a-trembling, "How can you ask for money when all that I have left of my dear husband is a cup and a half of vinegar??! Now go hose down the Hobart, bad bad Miguel Brown."

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