I have returned.
New York, May 15th: Abandoned were my hopes of becoming a world renowned narcotics internuncio after an unfortunate altercation with an Upper West Side drug lord who, apparently, caught wind of my dabbling in other-occupational professions through a friend of a friend of a friend. I was sent the mutilated bust of a cellulose equus caballus via bike messenger and had a mild nervous breakdown. Funky Hill Fat Bottom: 0; The Man: 1. Je reste.
The Hills are alive with the pungent odor of dramatis personae. Queen Anne rued the end of her Nine Days less than you and your two. Save this grandiose performance for next years Bubbles, Solemn Olive, you’ll be on your back before you know it.
As for you, Naughty Boy, I can only say how unphased I am by these tres amusing turn of events. At last you’ve embraced the Power of Penis. Happy tears are shedding, I assure you.
Adventures to non-adventures, life is dreadfully stale. Former counterparts have gone on to endure strenuous personality changes, as I have started my own reincarnation. No longer will I endure the hunger of being a glorified skeleton with mammary glands! Meyers was kind enough to show me the error of my ways via numerous street vendors and pocket change. Bulimia, be gone. He guarded the bathroom door with hawk eyes and a bag of cheese fries. Here’s looking at you, kid.
At last, I have sold my soul for a worthy cause! Corporate America thought well of my heroin chic and gifted me with an endorsement. Oh Sweet Mediocrity, how lovely doth your money burn? And now a word from our sponsers....Ree-Bok. Ree-bok. Ree-bok. Ricci: -1; The Man: 2. Next up, Japan and Meiji Yan Yan ads. I kid. Perhaps.
Rhetorical Ricci
The Hills are alive with the pungent odor of dramatis personae. Queen Anne rued the end of her Nine Days less than you and your two. Save this grandiose performance for next years Bubbles, Solemn Olive, you’ll be on your back before you know it.
As for you, Naughty Boy, I can only say how unphased I am by these tres amusing turn of events. At last you’ve embraced the Power of Penis. Happy tears are shedding, I assure you.
Adventures to non-adventures, life is dreadfully stale. Former counterparts have gone on to endure strenuous personality changes, as I have started my own reincarnation. No longer will I endure the hunger of being a glorified skeleton with mammary glands! Meyers was kind enough to show me the error of my ways via numerous street vendors and pocket change. Bulimia, be gone. He guarded the bathroom door with hawk eyes and a bag of cheese fries. Here’s looking at you, kid.
At last, I have sold my soul for a worthy cause! Corporate America thought well of my heroin chic and gifted me with an endorsement. Oh Sweet Mediocrity, how lovely doth your money burn? And now a word from our sponsers....Ree-Bok. Ree-bok. Ree-bok. Ricci: -1; The Man: 2. Next up, Japan and Meiji Yan Yan ads. I kid. Perhaps.
Rhetorical Ricci