In commemoration of the upcoming EADJ Entry #400, Eat A Dick Joel had asked Seattle reporter Andrew Gall to sit down and interview Joel himself on his ruminations, porridge, and general pterodactyls on this eponymous blog. This was part five– and the final installment– of a very Shuwetty, very palindromic series:
Joel: (continued from the part four) If anyone can find my original website, I'll be eternally grateful. I can't remember what I called the damned thing. It's not davidsbiblepagesarestucktogether.blogspot.com. I checked that one.
Andrew: Don't get testy there, Joelenator. I know you were the first. And I believe I was the one who brought to attention actual text from the page, and I quote: "yeah yeah David oh yeah." For goodness sakes, if we could only locate this decaying corpse of a blog and resurrect it. I'd give my left ring finger for that. Alright Joel, you've been a pretty good sport with this whole thing. Let's do some word association to close things out, shall we? I'll say a word, then you say the first thing that comes to your mind. Ready? Go.
Dick.
Joel: David.
Andrew: Chad Yarbrough.
Joel: amuse bouche
Andrew: Tyanna.
Joel: Dick in Russian?
Andrew: Watch.
Joel: Noel's amuse bouche?
Andrew: Walrus.
Joel: Cock ooh ka chew?
Andrew: Farts.
Joel: Get away from my food?
Andrew: Frats.
Joel: The lack of vagina is nice though. Like a chinese food place with no MSG.
Andrew: Cam'ron.
Joel: ar' you trying to be a pirat'?
Andrew: Freaknik.
Joel: I lived in atlanta. Good times. Good times.
(pictured above, Andrew's Dad fashions a comfortable safety belt strap from a golf towel as he drives through rugged and hilly Nebraska)
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What the crap is this?
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