Monday, April 21, 2003
Oh, no I’m sorry, Pat McGroin isn’t here right now, can I take a message?
Um, no that’s ok, I’ll try later.
We’re fukn out of control ovah heah.
I’m busy as a goat with forehead acne. I’m, like, fukn, swamped with shit to the extent that I’ve decided to siphon the swamp out into the yard and make a pool for the kids.
And then I’m going to eat an ice cream sandwich.