...and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards bethlehem to steal your lunch money? that's me jerks!
Monday, October 20, 2008
...on the november's coming fire
maybe it's the gin talking.
hell, maybe it's the exhaustion talking.
but the bastard keeps seeing this commercial on the ny1 for the greenwich village halloween parade and george whipple is dressed as an awful amalgamation of the jack nicholson joker and the heath ledger joker and he's scaring the SHIT out of me.
i'm going to hide under my bed now.
and pass out.
mmmmmmmmm pass out.
—the bastard
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