this is what you say when some hillbilly shit-merchant gives you static for listening to bjork in public: "stick a cock in it, bitchcakes!" (stolen from my friends' architecture firm's workplace banter) anybody that can date or marry or whatever matthew barney has got to be even twice as rich in the head as one would have originally thought, and if people cannot understand this basic fact then fuck 'em. while i've got the floor, here's some news from the guy "whose most boring moment is more eventful than most people's banner days"[to quote yours truly, dottionline]: --i'm moving to las vegas for three months. --i'm supposed to interview ?uestlove, the drummer from the roots, for the local paper sometime this week. --i was getting pulled over by the fuzz today, but a deer ran out into the road between me and the cop, and he had to stop, and I GOT AWAY. that's just how i roll, D! by the way, one of the above three items is not true, but i bet you'll never guess which one.
shizzling nizzles,
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