I'm doing swell, thanks for asking. My cousin Bucky is in town. You know what that means.
I've a powerful anesthesia in my fist.
I've a psychotropic pharmacy in the locks of my hair.
So There!
So what's up, my friends and family? I feel a lull in the larger conversation. A lull.
September 7, 2006
I'll give you plenty of Nothing.
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Been reading some of your stuff. Entertaining on a Fri. afternoon. Thanks.
Thank You Kari. I have a friend named becky with your same last name. Maybe you are related? I'm going to consider you my first raging insane stalker fan. And any of your insisting that you are not a raging insane stalker fan will only strengthen my belief that you are.
My asshole hurts. That's what's up with me.
So did you ever see your cousin my son whilst he was in town? Nobody ever tells me nothing.
Bucky is a bitch and did not visit me. And you can quote me on that.
Just so I don't have to call him a ho too.
Myles fucked up the instructions and I drove around looking for your stupid house for 2 hours and I couldn't find it so I went skating instead. If I had a phone number I would have called but I don't know anyone's phone number.
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