Tuesday, September 14, 2004
This crap I’m writing isn’t nearly topical enough. I mean, what about the state of the world, national affairs, the current episodical disaster sequence of the tsetse fly?
Ah, fuck that shit, I just wanna bump that pitbull miami shit and swing my gats and snort phat blunts laced with bubble gum juice (ya gotta bbq that shit first) and smash beer bottles on innocent bystanders.
Ok I don’t but, I mean, fuck reality. I need to catch that balloon with that cartoon elephant and like fry an egg on a mongoose’s back, ya heard?