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White House political affairs director Brian Jack has tested positive for coronavirus, an official confirmed to CNN on Wednesday.
White House political affairs chief Brian Jack exams optimistic for coronavirus Image Source : AP White House political affairs chief Brian Jack exams optimistic for coronavirus White House political affairs director Brian Jack has examined optimistic for coronavirus after attending the election evening occasion held on the White House, US media reported on Wednesday.
Brian Jack
Brian Jack and the Zydeco Gamblers-Pipe Fitta
Submarine: Second Interlude
PSSSSHKT!
Say again and brace for impact!
I never had to save anyone.
Come again.
Come back now.
Come back.
Come back, please.
Roger.
Back it up
This kids got gills
Anybody got a Bucket of Rain Water?
Dad sits down with his Photo Album
the one that’s white
and covered in Dog tags
and time zones
This Lady’s pregnant
Hold the labia while I tweet this pic
Michigan smells like Whale Song
I wanna be an exchange student forever!
Or until my accent comes back
They always come back
Accents
Neptunes Daughter
Perfigliano
and a psychic dog walk into a bar...
It was a natural birth
Bathtub
Nursemaid
flip cam
everything
This your First Period?
Impressive.
There’s history in science and
Whose Dog is this!?
He inseminated in my petri dish
Someone check his windchimes
and see what year he’s from
He’s been riding this
underwater Choo Choo Train
since he first stepped off the Airbus
(blub)
(blub)
(blub)
(blub)
[choo][choo][choo]~Woosh~
You are rising
floating
emerging
out of a deep sleep
There is no reason at all to wake up
Nothing woke you
It is very dark
and you are peering around the room
your eyes attempting to adjust
to take in this unfamiliar furniture
the foreign arrangement of this room
All you can muster from your foggy
sleepy brain is the wordless question
Where am I?
This is not my bedroom
this is not my home
It usually takes a few seconds
a few blinks and rubs of the eyes
but soon you remember the American Airlines flight
How you sat so far back in the plane you thought you’d wait forever for all the folks yanking their belongings back down that narrow aisle. Now you remember how your sister picked you up at the airport and got a parking ticket as you were putting your bag in her trunk. You felt guilty knowing you weren’t going to help her with that ticket even though she was there to fetch you and you only.
Oh that’s right, she took you out to sushi, you had wine in her living room, you were surprised by how many keepsakes she kept from your childhood home and even the home of your grandparents. She put you to bed in the guest room at the end of the hall. It all comes back. That is the room you are peering at now in the darkness.
But for a few seconds there
the Challenger exploded
OJ was found innocent
Kurt Cobain died
and none of it made any sense to you
in your time capsule
buried in front of the local library
We make sense of things
by putting them in order
but really nothingmakes any sense
Not at all
Submarine: Winchuski
The dog’s collar says “Winchuski”. No number. No address. No microchip. Yes, I felt around the scruff. No chip. Just “Winchuski”. What am I supposed to do with this thing? Jo always tells me to keep the gate locked when I play music in the garage. Says it’s not safe. She’s unsure around Latinos. Here’s some water good girl. Fourth walk around the neighborhood and nobody is claiming “Winchuski”. I haven’t even had anyone express a concern. I guess we look like we belong together. Probably my beard. It’s got that redgrey thing happening. At this point my dog breed would be: Bonaduce border collie. Crap. Sal Nattano watering his grass. Nooooo. Shitters. Pass. I can’t handle the awkward conversation... Turning around. Nope, crosshairs, and…I’m back. “Luker.” “Hey, Sal. Hi.” “You got a new friend?” “Nope.” “What’s her name?” “Winchuski.” Sal’s petting her. Breathing kinda panty. He’s balding? He’s back. “Winchuski!!!?? Luker, you are something rich! How’d you come up with that one? “It’s not my dog, Sal.” “Hunh. Too good looking to be a stray. You check the tag?” “Of course, yes.” “And it just says Winchumski?” “Winchuski.”
“Fine. I’m trying to offer some help. Maybe take her to the shelter downtown if you can’t.” “I know. I’m going to take her to my sister’s house.” “Why?” “Bye, Sal. “Fine. OK.” I’m not taking “Winchuski” to my sister’s. She lives in Jacksonville. It’s just easier to say because Sal’s never met my sister so she can be anyone I need her to be at any time. Last Superbowl Sunday, my sister came in town with her two little kids. I watched the Superbowl, stoned, by myself. Win. Sal dropped a couple Boston cream pies off. Win. I should actually call my sister. 6:08. East coast is 8:08… Nah. Where’s Jo? Is my phone dead? “Winchuski” is peeing. Again. She’s peed seven times since I started looking for her home. Again. On Dr. Yamamoto’s Rosemary bush. Eight. Egghh. I have a stray dog with a urinary tract infection. Yamamoto- “Luke.” “Hi.” “This is your new dog.” “No. The dog walked into my yard while I was playing.” “Ah huh. What’s the name?” “Her name is “Winchuski”.” “Why?” “Not sure.” “It’s a surprise for Jo?” “No.” “Jo doesn’t like a dog?” “She does. It’s just that the dog showed up through the gate- “Maybe keep the gate closed.” “Yes.” “He hungry?” Dr. Yamamoto heads into his house to get some homemade beef jerky, I’m guessing. He’s yelling from the house. I’m yelling from outside the house. “The dog?!” “Yes. Winchester.” “Winchuski.” “Are you sure that’s the name?” “It’s right on the tag.” “Winchuski?” “Winchuski?!!!!” “Winchuski!!!!!!!!!!!”
RIP, Brian Jack
Child's Play Vocalist Brian Jack Has Passed Away
(By Dana, Eddie Trunk.com)
Brian Giacubeno, August 16, 1965 - April 17, 2012)
Reports coming out of Baltimore, Maryland reveal that Child's Play vocalist Brian Jack has died. No details on the cause of death have been stated as of yet.
Former Child's Play bandmate and drummer John Allen posted the following on Facebook, "I am completely shocked and saddened by the death of Brian Jack. He was one of the most gifted, charismatic artists I have ever had the pleasure of sharing the stage with. He along with the rest of the guys were the brothers I never had. I will miss him incredibly."
Currently playing with the Charm City Devils, Allen will dedicate their April 21st show in Towson, Maryland to Brian Jack. "He was loved by many and it would be nice for everyone to be together again", says Allen. "So come out to Recher with your love and memories of one of the greatest frontmen/singer/artist that Baltimore has ever seen."
Mickey Cucchiella, co-host of the Mickey, Amelia & Spiegel morning show on Baltimore's 98Rock, corroborated the news by saying, "It is with a very heavy heart that I can confirm this tragic loss. Brian Jack was one of the greatest and most talented singers this town ever produced. I will miss you my friend."
Continue reading at Eddie Trunk.
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