Ding Dong, the wicked Anna Nicole Smith is dead. The wicked witch, the wicked witch...
I often think of doing this karaoke style for my wedding, if I ever have a wedding, that is:
Simply replace "boy" for "girl", and so on. Maybe I can kidnap Steven Drozd (the guy playing keys/synth here) for the occasion. ;)
I'm getting happier, also. Oh shit. Maybe I should lose [online] friends more often. (though, I will always miss Jolie, as much as we can rub on each other). Lastly, I delivered pizza 'n shit to a black hooker the other day, unless that scant lingerie and aura she answered the door in signified some higher ritual. I can only assume, for we are all some biased sons and daughters of bitches. Lovely bitches.
Happy Valentines to all. Or anti-V-Day. or whatever.
Simply replace "boy" for "girl", and so on. Maybe I can kidnap Steven Drozd (the guy playing keys/synth here) for the occasion. ;)
I'm getting happier, also. Oh shit. Maybe I should lose [online] friends more often. (though, I will always miss Jolie, as much as we can rub on each other). Lastly, I delivered pizza 'n shit to a black hooker the other day, unless that scant lingerie and aura she answered the door in signified some higher ritual. I can only assume, for we are all some biased sons and daughters of bitches. Lovely bitches.
Happy Valentines to all. Or anti-V-Day. or whatever.