Posted 6:29 PM by Alfred

so like why does anything have to make even the slightest sense in all of astromedallionville? If you ask me it’s all just a big blatant and obliviated bloglossical dollop of donkey shit.

yup, so, uh, back to the topic of Murphy brown someday meeting rza and ghostface on the astral plane to do battle over a jar of grey poupon, yes, it’s set for 2:30 on Thursday. Next Thursday.

So yah, there’s a bunch of shit going on, but there’s this one seemingly minor annoyance that could turn out to be the most majorest, like in d minor. Officially.

And then don’t even get me, fuck, no, can’t go there, like, not the place, ie destination, but the avenue, ie thouroughfare, you know whut I mean, oh, shit, that is, well, not exactly, but seemingly related to what I was going to say, or well, ratherly, didn’t say, at least not in notoriously obvious wherewithwhat factoid analysis.

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