Yo, bitches
Went back to Void. Issue with fucking head trauma and MPD, couldn't fuck up my reputation.
Namo visited me, was stuck for a veeeeeery long time. He wouldn't touch me. Fucker. Let him sit through Bauhaus and Jack Off Jill records. Started to put on Hole when he lost it and smashed my CD player. Thanks alot, fucker, all I had left were those tapes you and your wife made back when singing was the shit.
I got so desperate for a fucking shag I tried phoning Irmo. Pops changed the number again. >_<
Anyway, blah blah blah. I won't disappear for months this time..yadda yadda I know you don't care, blah blah blah keep fucking like bunnies..and other amusing or positive shit. Whatever... there's a bag of Doritos with my name on it.
Namo visited me, was stuck for a veeeeeery long time. He wouldn't touch me. Fucker. Let him sit through Bauhaus and Jack Off Jill records. Started to put on Hole when he lost it and smashed my CD player. Thanks alot, fucker, all I had left were those tapes you and your wife made back when singing was the shit.
I got so desperate for a fucking shag I tried phoning Irmo. Pops changed the number again. >_<
Anyway, blah blah blah. I won't disappear for months this time..yadda yadda I know you don't care, blah blah blah keep fucking like bunnies..and other amusing or positive shit. Whatever... there's a bag of Doritos with my name on it.