*** If you read below (the survey which I jacked off myspace), you're probly sligtly confused about what I meant by a fish bone being stuck in my throat. And, I must say, it was no pun. Only the fucking literal truth, and it hurts like shit. So now you the reason for being at home on Monday at 10:01. Wish I could say, I was skipping for the hell of ( Read more... )