The silliest things make us laugh; it's a little gang of nerdy kids who meet in the "clubhouse" to decide who they're gonna play a prank on that week: dues are 10 cents that go to? Guitar strings? Ice cream? Gin!!
Let it be known: Andrew Donaldson makes the best drinks and I would kill for him. Bloody graphic killing with a blunt instrument. He shares his songs with me, he trusts me, he snorts through his nose and waves his hand when anyone dares to insult me. How is it he played drums in Dru Wilbur's band while Dru was sending love letters to me in Philadelphia, long before I even knew Andy existed? Let's not even talk about the things we've survived ... why did I end up in New Orleans?
So we finished the corrections to the Black Bonnets mix and now it's onto the next stage ...
YEA, WELL WHO THE HELL TOOK YOU HOME FROM WORK LAST WEEK?!?! YO, CRACK HO BEYAAAAAAAHTCH! I'M THE BROTHER-BROTHER ALL ABOUT MAKIN IT HAPPEN, BEST BELIEVE...ICE CREAM MY ASSSSS! GET UP ON SUMMA THIS WHILE YOU CAN! MY RIDE AINT IN THE GODDAM SHOP! BEEEEEEEEYAAAAAAAAHTCH!!!!!!
Posted by: MAN OF ACTION | 23/07/2004 at 15:58
Um, Man of Action? Am I going to need to discipline you???
Posted by: eli | 23/07/2004 at 16:03