dilly dally funkin trunk, get the fuck out of my girlie junk

I I I I…Lately I have been wondering as to my effectiveness and relevance in this whole cyclic pre-apocalyptic bullshit. I wandered northish Sunday early am, attended my sister’s graduation. People at least seemed to pretend that I may have felt slightly uncomfortable with the events that were transpiring. I had three panic attacks over…

yes, that was me you saw on insomniac

yes yes yes…To clear up any further questions or inquiries as to whether or not I was caught bartending at True for insomniac’s dave atell..And I made him the bitch…Seeing as how I never saw it, it isn’t my 15 minutes of fame.. Someone send me a freaking copy? I know I must have a…

my latexed ass went out tonight

saw my friend play tonight..some stuff for the crazy folks here in the city… and then me and my latexed ass and bjorn made the rounds n the city…Talked to some homo men with ugly teeth and coked-out eyes who were sporting the traditional kentucky hick rat tail mullet thing. The kind of thing that…


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