Friday, July 22, 2005

Jim Treacher, in case you were wondering, and in case the link at the top of his shit didn’t make it painfully obvious, is camped out here for the foreseeable nonce. Yappin’ for (gobs of?) cash, apparently, which I always knew (hallucinated?) he would. He’s still funny, just now in a clubbing seals vis a vis corporate greed kind of way. Don’t take that to mean anything. Honestly, Jim, I’m so proud I could just spontaneously defecate. Again. Buenos dias.