on pg. 32 of Blubber she calls her teacher a bitch. i will always remember that page number, and the fact that Mrs. Minnish was a goddamn bitch.

reasonably sober is not fucked-up enough.

it was a good film, but not as good as watching that syrian rebel eat another man's heart. that had passion.

she was busy, but there was a sack of moist white weevil-infested pudding in need of work. so there you go.

and i learned to never score drugs wearing a dress. but when you do score, put it in your mouth. that's good learning right there.

it is tres magnifique.

or  ***Fuzzy Bunny's Guide to You Know What***

french children do NOT drink merlot. that is wine for the homeless.

c'mon Mark Linkus. i still believe in you, and the year is young.

last time they were in the states i saw them with dino jr and it was REALLY LOUD to the point that it damaged my ears and my brain. it was like a drug, but what was even more like a drug was the LSD.

who wouldn't? clowns are funny.

"that which does not like me makes me stronger."
                                              -marquis de schade

god dammit i hate this guy.

any time i visit Boulder i make sure to attach as many plastic vaginas to as many electric hybrids as i can.

no mention of the Hulk's paternity case/court room fiasco? how could you forget that little green bastard of his, who grew up to be….
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…The Green Lantern.

stonecutters.

she once peed in my dad's pool.

there is no way any one of them could withstand a steel pipe swung cha-CHING to the side of the head.

guess who's coming to dinner? an armed negro with feces still in his underwear, such that he can get so funky for you. but then it's right to bed.

i always wanted to smell her. the closest i got was mark leyner's words, which conveyed very little about her actual scent, but a great deal about liz fox and horns that go aaqahROOOOgahhh.