Friday, April 07, 2006

hey there. Jesus Christ, I know, I don’t have to have a salutation. I can start saying whatever the hell it is I’m going to say. I know. It’s ok. You don’t have to tell me. Honestly, I do it because I like it. I think it adds some consistency. It gives you the special sauce and cheese that even though you hate it, you’re used to it, so you keep coming back for more, like that starbucks crap coffee, it’s good, but not good, it’s evil, and yet employs so many people that desperately wish it was 15 years ago that it’s not even funny yet avante guardedly hilarious. Fuck that shit, though, cuz it isn’t. goddammit, fuck me, too. No, metaphorically. Get your damn pants back on. Sicko.

Wes Magyar

Spinach Dip (where yours truly has a guest spot today, care of malatron)