festering bloody nipple pinwheel action

i'm back from the dead and ready to party with the living again.
sure, my corpse isn't looking so pretty these days, but fuck it...at least i still have nostrils.
and harry nostrum hasn't beat me up yet today.

i just returned from a whirlwind weekend in detroit, where the girls are looking prettier than ever and the boys are more aggro than ever.
so fuck that aggro shit, yo. it's about the benjamins. or at least, benji, the dog.

i was angry that evening, friday evening to be specific, in which i yelled at the manager of red robin. but she had it coming. plus i was cranky, tired, grouchy, forcefieldless and without terrordome at my command. plus i hadn't slept much in the previous couple of weeks.
up the academy, as they say in america.
though i live in america, i come from a land downunda...cheese.

fromage, for the times of your life.

i met a girl named gemmie yesterday on the plane. she lived in reading, california. she was nice, though her parents are in hong kong attempting to avoid the war, which is troubling for spicy sauces.

i sing the body electric.

don't turn that frown upside down.
leave diana ross out of this too.
bitch, that she is, and i want to go to Inkster to ink up some new talent.

bludgeon that gopher. he's getting in the way of progress.

more later on these important developments, but first a message from Ovaltine, which really helps keep the spirits up in times of trouble, neglect, heartache and poonache.

let that band-aid be a lesson to you.

shovel crunt,

peeeno