| Lo Fun Fact #1 |
| "Lolita Files" is my real name. It is not a pen name, as incredible as that may seem. There are plenty of Files family members and people who have known me for years capable of validating this. As for the "Lolita" part, my mother named me after the movie based on Nabokov's book, although she saw or read neither. To this day, she has no idea what a "Lolita" is. |
| Lo Fun Fact #2 |
| I love fried chicken and fabulous shoes. If you ever want to get on my good side, send Popeye's or Mr. Chicken (my favorite spot in Cleveland) and a pair of
Christian Louboutins. |
| Lo Fun Fact #3 |
| Never show up unannounced or without a Pepsi (preferably Pepsi Jazz Caramel Cream). Better yet, how about not show up at all? |
| Lo Fun Fact #4 |
| I hate the telephone. Don't get mad if I don't call you. I don't call anyone. Don't call me asking why I don't call. Just don't call, okay? |
| Lo Fun Fact #5 |
| I love the internet!!! I love communicating through the internet!!! You can e-mail me and odds are I'll e-mail you right back (if I'm not in the middle of a major project). Makes up for my hangup about the phone, doesn't it? See, I'm not so bad after all!!! |
| Lo Fun Fact #6 |
| I can't stand IMing. Please don't IM me. You will get the cold shoulder. I don't like giving people the cold shoulder, so please don't put me in that position. |
| Lo Fun Fact #7 |
I have four five six wonderful, slap-happy dogs, a bird (some kind of dove/pigeon mix), and a cat, all of whom I love to pieces. If you meet me and ask me about my dogs, bird, and cat, we'll be instant friends. If you meet me and ask me why the f*ck I have four five six dogs, a bird, and a cat, see the above fun fact for how I will respond. |
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| When Ya Gotta Go... |
| Tuesday, October 30, 2007 |
 A group of crayfish spared themselves from being eaten by escaping from a restaurant.
German police in Stuttgart were called in when the crayfish escaped from an Asian restaurant.
The escape attempt was noticed by a pedestrian who spotted the crayfish scuttling down the street and notified authorities.
Apparently the crayfish had squeezed through gaps in the grating at the top of the tanks and escaped out the front door reports. At least they were smart enough to get out rather than waiting for things to get hot and final. And they stuck together, like real runaways on an underground railroad.
Poor crayfish.
I'm hungry.
IOL: Why did the crayfish cross the road? |
posted by Lo @ 6:05 AM   |
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I wonder why you don't see more of this in New Orleans. If I was crawfish waiting to be cooked, I'd haul ass every chance I got!
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How come I never see things like this? I would have snatched these bad boys right off the street and rushed straight home for dinner.
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I wonder why you don't see more of this in New Orleans. If I was crawfish waiting to be cooked, I'd haul ass every chance I got!