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...after the Bergenfield suicides, a group of teenagers paid a night- time visit to garage No. 74 at Foster Village and spray-painted the once pastel blue door black, the paint streaking down its surface in places. Though the teenagers of Bergenfield are frightened and hurt by the deaths of their friends, it may be the parents whose shock and fear are the greatest. The adults of Bergenfield can only pray that the Pied Piper visiting their town will spare the rest of their children. "When something like this happens, I think a lot about my kids," says Barbara...
...this hilarious rendition of Strindberg's drama, Prascak takes us on a surreal two-hour journey through the playwright's inner dreams--into a sort of Emerald City in Hell. Prascak makes use of everything from green fishnets to Pine-Sol Spray to create his narrative of life-on-earth. But remember, this is the fantasyland of dreams. Here, as Strindberg admitted, "anything can happen; everything is possible and probable. Time and space do not exist. Characters can split, double, multiply, dissolve, float apart, condense." This ain't gonna be no night at the opera...
...with: "Come to think of it, I'll have a Heineken." Nonchalance notwithstanding, this ad wasn't very visually exciting, featuring a drop of water climbing up the side of a bottle. Don't the Heineken people realize that you can put poodle urine in a bottle, chill it, spray it with water, and watch a little droplet of H2O do exactly the same thing? I finally realized that European countries, who in general make fun of American beer, don't always export their best brew...
...epitaphs precipitated by the allegations, phrases such as "no rape," "rapists beware," and "rapists live here" were spray-painted on the fraternity's main entrance and on 19 cars parked nearby, said David Stuart, spokesman for the Cornell News Office...
Carefully bending a taster spoon between my teeth, I snap and catapult it at Nancy. It smacks into the back of her neck and she jerks forward into the spray hose hanging next to the smoosh board. Its handle depresses, drenching her leg with water. "Hose-shot, hose-shot!" I chant, dancing triumphantly out of her reach. The waist high smoosh-hose is a chronic problem for scoopers, whose rushes to the board often leave them looking incontinent. Nancy sends a confetti cloud of powdered Reeses at my head...