The loathing carpet returns my favor
Rubbish dear Mr. Mustard, rubbish! I had the night off so I thought hey why not go to the movies, after all, the lanthorn gave me a ticket to see the Weatherman. So on I went to Studio 28, walked up to the counter and asked where to go. She looked at the pass and said, Star Theatre on Alpine, to which I said "fuckdamn." So I sped there with two minues to spare, but Fortuna spun we a wicked tale. Sold out, what wicked whore of a world would allow this. Spilt milk I suppose, spilt milk. For now I am watching Keith's Boy Meets World dvds. So on I go into this night with a smile and a Hawaiin shirt on my back.