"Finally, a religion even I can believe in."
I'm at my wife's house listening to some craziness by R. Crumb.
I smell like sugar cookies thanks to Sarah.
Shananagans.
I can't wait to be in the wilderness, looking at the stars cuddling, smelling smoldering firewood before I go to sleep.
Then DEMFing it up to Master Ritchie Hawtin.
This weekend has major potential.
I can't wait.
Thanks Warren for yet another speeding infraction.
I'm going to fight you for this one bitches!
I'm not going down without a fight.
I've seen some people recently that are going to lose a pinky when I see them next, not to mention their dignity (whatever is left-they are or were junkies) and about two to three pints of blood.
Just keep the weather warm and sunny, and leave it to them.
Well, it's late as shit and I still need to drive and wake up early to get my hunny bunny to school.
You are about to witness something inconcieveable.