that Forkish bread book is good. it's what got me to the point where my bread wasn't complete ass.

it's at the bottom of the Gladden river. my buddy Smeagol here will show you where to find it.

i've never been a fan of the strip club, but that one was the saddest i've seen. we were the only people there - two married couples in the middle of the day.

we went to Larry Flint's Hustler Barely Legal club in New Orleans last week. wife's choice.

take your C major scale, it starts and ends on a C. now play those same notes, but start and end on the second note, the D. that's Dorian mode (D Dorian).

as was John Wayne Gacy

it's three people flipping you two-fisted birds.

Sara Chalk?

i met Billy Joel one weekday morning while my father and i were walking around in the MMoA in NYC - 1987 or so. he was pushing a baby carriage, bodyguard close-by. i didn't get his autograph because none of us had a pen. but he said he liked my hat!

they all grew up wanting to be Edgar Winter?

such a shock that the leader of the Family Values party hired a scumbag.

i just got back from 5 days in New Orleans, which is hard to beat for food: Commander's Palace, NOLA, Meauxbar - all fantastic. quail , duck, hanger steak + frites, respectively.

that's why i only drink diet coke & rum

trollin, trollin, trollin

in other news: Collins remains a Republican.

hear, hear.

"my generals" ?

blocked

now you're heading towards pathetic. abort! abort!

aww. that's adorable.