...and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards bethlehem to steal your lunch money? that's me jerks!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
...on the comeback
"you know bastard, you really need to update the blog", says the chairman.
"i am aware of this and when i get back in the saddle, i shall"
so the mofo rose from the dead and submitted this gold for us from his friday commute which sort of arrived shortly before or after this conversation. so once again, the bastard has to ask the completely stolen from scoop question:
is it tragic?
or is it magic? what say you snitches?
—the bastard
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I'm upset with myself for not getting a close-up on the shoes. They, on their own, on a shelf somewhere, were tragic let alone on this poof's feet.
The only person who could pull that outfit off would be the spainard aka "the fixer"
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