Paraplegic soccer matches rivet more people than local news this time of year. So when Carrot Top suggested we go fuck ourselves, we relaxed, let him rant, and made sure the tape was rolling.
Then he cancelled his Santa Barbara show. Darn.
On behalf of Artsweek and everyone at the Daily Nexus, the WeatherHuman humbly thanks Mr. Top.
Cuss words make our job so easy.
Thursday’s forecast: Saved Town Rejoices Top-less!
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“dusty rusty crusty musty ass california hills”
“frowning in plaid (haunted radios, bird bones + anthropomorphized wind)”
“warming my hands on bridges i’ve burnt”
“songs that make me see god”
“My Playlist #236”
“classy wine moment and intellectual conversation”
“90s heroin chic model off duty”
“tweet tweet bird emoji map emoji”
“not my circus, not my monkeys”
“a grave is probably cheaper than an apartment”
“ATE THESE BITCHES LEFT NO CRUMBS / DID IT IN DESIGNER PUMPS”
