"The DJ was playing that kind of terrible techno that only exists because it sounds good when you're on drugs. If I were a wiser woman, I'd catch a clue there, that there's something wrong with ingesting substances that make the most plasticine hollowed-out drum-machine beat topped off with the obligatory whistle-inducing apocalyptic crescendo ( Read more... )

Never eat with your pants on.

-Delaney