tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70287358109277443022011-08-02T15:03:19.624-07:00Of course you're not, Dorothy. Take a fucking look around you!<br><br> (Part of <a href="http://www.theyearoftheblog.com">The Year of the Blog</a> project)Dru Johnstonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05494801918463142130noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028735810927744302.post-71357411824713399562009-11-13T15:43:00.000-08:002009-11-13T15:47:18.468-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T0qfOWNUHE/Sv3v8DynOfI/AAAAAAAAAZI/enGVnMK6vvs/s1600-h/kansascharlierose.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T0qfOWNUHE/Sv3v8DynOfI/AAAAAAAAAZI/enGVnMK6vvs/s400/kansascharlierose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403738943003245042" /></a>Nope. Probably not. But you are somewhere that's as dry and bland as Kansas, I'll give you that.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028735810927744302-7135741182471339956?l=idontthinkwereinkansasanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dru Johnstonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05494801918463142130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028735810927744302.post-89358267243266486272009-11-13T15:37:00.000-08:002009-11-13T15:43:56.361-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T0qfOWNUHE/Sv3vHXfwLbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/MKWjQ5j8m7c/s1600-h/kansasmccain.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3T0qfOWNUHE/Sv3vHXfwLbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/MKWjQ5j8m7c/s400/kansasmccain.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403738037759782322" /></a>Actually in this case you probably are in Kansas. You're just not in Kansas during the dust bowl. There's the difference.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028735810927744302-8935826724326648627?l=idontthinkwereinkansasanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dru Johnstonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05494801918463142130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028735810927744302.post-69930279141101925032009-11-13T15:35:00.000-08:002009-11-13T15:37:42.335-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T0qfOWNUHE/Sv3tcSSn8wI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Say-hhg70iI/s1600-h/kansastorturechamber.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3T0qfOWNUHE/Sv3tcSSn8wI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Say-hhg70iI/s400/kansastorturechamber.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403736198116537090" /></a>In all fairness you could be in Kansas, Dorothy... you're inside. Who knows what lies outside these torture chamber walls. The most interesting thing about this is the people who like to fuck in these chambers like to listen to Dark Side of the Moon on repeat... and their sex syncs up miraculously with the tunes on the disc... try it... but don't start it until the aggressive man roars twice.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028735810927744302-6993027914110192503?l=idontthinkwereinkansasanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dru Johnstonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05494801918463142130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028735810927744302.post-71909335018972533862009-11-13T15:29:00.000-08:002009-11-13T15:31:19.832-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T0qfOWNUHE/Sv3r8SBiO8I/AAAAAAAAAYw/Lp4mSjG5NEY/s1600-h/kansasjerseyfactory.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3T0qfOWNUHE/Sv3r8SBiO8I/AAAAAAAAAYw/Lp4mSjG5NEY/s400/kansasjerseyfactory.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403734548777417666" /></a>Nope. You're not Dorothy. You're near a decrepit factory in Jersey. You won't find any munchkins here, but you will find other ridiculously over the top characters. They're called "Residents of New Jersey." A few of them look like flying monkeys.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028735810927744302-7190933501897253386?l=idontthinkwereinkansasanymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dru Johnstonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05494801918463142130noreply@blogger.com0