Wednesday, March 12th, 2008

Pampered

nice, new hotel, cheap rate, concierge asks if he can get me anything. he got the hockey stick, pumpkin, and olive oil but couldn’t find a transvestite midget. hard to find good help.

IT’S THE END!

the bright burning sky can only be a harbinger of doo- what? The sun?

oh.

guess its been a while.