Watch cutuphalfdead free online. Chud is a funny guy who hates mayonnaise. Anyway, Hanna leaves the room, but before she can make it out she sees a familiar face: LUCAS. Good lord, are there like four places to go in this town? Whatever happened to the mall? IS THERE NO MALT SHOP? Apparently not,

Fuck yes!

this doesn't bode well at all. And what's Pete got against mayo anyhow?

in which late era rm peaks, explodes, and then begins to consume itself until only inescapable darkness remains.

is it a bad sign that I've been getting PMs from spambots about lenny?

Pete's palette(palate?) is, um, simple.

Malt shop? which poster's grandparent is this?

*palate
the other one is a piece of wood, which in retrospect would have been just as apt anyway.

CHUD is known for his wood

you have some experience with this, I'm guessing?

no, i'm just ribbing for pleasure

lol@ the link.

It's metaphorical, obviously. There is very clearly an existential undercurrent that runs through the entire piece, and is meant to clash with the emphasis on common, or everyday, imagery. By jumping suddenly backwards in time, quite unexpectedly, near the end the author provides us with both a new perspective and something of a system shock. We are forced to revisit our entire understanding of the work.

I would argue that the heart of this work lies in the concept of normal, or, as the author prefers, "common." What does it mean to be common? Does common automatically mean valuable? Mayonnaise is common, yes, but here it is rejected by an undefinable force known only to the reader as "Chud." Whatever a "Chud" is, it most definitely is NOT common. Therefore, we are forced to question the importance...if not the very meaning...of normalcy. This concept is reenforced by Hanna's rushed escape (for reasons unknown, and from entities unknown) being cut short by nothing more than a familiar face.

The malt shop too was common not so long ago. Now, it is an obscurity...a thing which exists only in minds and tongue-in-cheek mock-ups. And if there are only four places to go in this town, should we then lament the loss of the common? Is four places enough? Would five be? Six? The author's summation of this, the phrase 'apparently not,' is an interesting choice. It contains no inherent emotion, you see. One could read indifference into it, or frustration, or even joy. The emotion we bring to the phrase is, perhaps, our very own.

In a way, IS THERE NO MALT SHOP represents the most important question any of us will ever ask.

Great, McParadigm is drunk again.

That one always makes me laugh.

chud, how did you become the target of spambots?

Probably my charming smile and disarming blue eyes.