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I was sitting on the couch earlier, smokin' a bowl and watching reruns of "Perfect Strangers" (Bronson Pinchot was an absolute comic GENIUS as Cousin Balki!), when somebody knocked on the front door. It was a couple of people calling themselves by a really gay name like Judy's Witnesses who were asking me if I was interested in reading their lighthouse book or something. I told them they'd have to come back later when Dad's home because I'm not supposed to talk to strangers (actually, I just really wanted to finish my bowl).
President Bush e-mailed me; asking something about divine right and wanting to know if he had my blessing to go on with declaring war against Iraq. I wrote him back and told him he should mellow out; trust me, I know what it's like to feel pressure to follow in your father's footsteps, but sometimes you just have to do your own thing instead. I also asked him if he could score me an 8-ball for this weekend. He hasn't written me back yet, but I hope he does 'cuz I need to get my muthafuckin' yay on.
I'm gonna go watch SNL now. I just love that Catholic school girl skit with Molly Shannon - rrrrrowrll.
President Bush e-mailed me; asking something about divine right and wanting to know if he had my blessing to go on with declaring war against Iraq. I wrote him back and told him he should mellow out; trust me, I know what it's like to feel pressure to follow in your father's footsteps, but sometimes you just have to do your own thing instead. I also asked him if he could score me an 8-ball for this weekend. He hasn't written me back yet, but I hope he does 'cuz I need to get my muthafuckin' yay on.
I'm gonna go watch SNL now. I just love that Catholic school girl skit with Molly Shannon - rrrrrowrll.