Saturday, June 21, 2008


So, James and I sowed the seeds of destruction yesterday. We slapped each other silly. Drank 'til we got all goosey. There was man marination, to be almost indescribably certain. Witness, and behold: Doom Imminent, and your final days. Weep unto the visage savage and free; the vision of your absolute submission. You shall not pass. You shall not collect 200 dollars. You are finito. Kaput! Cowabunga?

1 comment:

Buster said...

Well, what else can be said about it? Loads. That's what else.

Looks coolio.