shooty.

Oh, it's sunday alright.

I believe that sunday mornings will be my special time to send inappropriate messages to Charlie Watts. I intuitivly know he appreciates them. Charlie and i are spiritually connected.

also, i knows it's sunday 'cause i'm even lazier than usual, which has caused me to miss a call from led. i have call display now, but i was too lazy to look up and see who was ringing.

sadness.

do you have a lot of flashers and streakers out there, or just a lot of general nudies? I wish we had more flashers. and less stabbers. this town is pretty stabby and shooty.

in closing, bacon is awesome and i drift off to sleep each night fondly reminising of that day at the manx that dude sent us over, like, a pound of deelcious bacon and we ate it without breathing.

those were the days, etc.,
spank-E

p.s. xoxo and inappropriate public dry humping and chest licking.

it's only sunday.

sticky bee sez:

hey there, hot pants.

sounds like someone has a case of the mondays. geez.

wish we could go for brunch together today at the manx and someone would send us over a free plate of bacon. remember how thrilled we were? it was like we'd won the lottery. free, unexpected piles of bacon.

i miss you. i wish we could have a few days in o-town. drive out to wakefield with the pups.

love you!
sticky

Friends.

From the Desk of Spanky:

I tire of the rainbow tirade. Clearly, Italy is crawling with fags and 'peace' in Italian actually means 'sodomy'.

Furthermore, I don't disagree with you that the greedy fags have stolen your precious rainbow. I just don't give a fuck. They can have it. I am certainly not going to use it for anything, least of all items of clothing. If you are trying to come to terms with your mother accessorizing your wardrobe with a rainbow belt back in the '80s, i don't know what to tell you except that clearly your mom is a huge gay fag.

and i do again call your attention to our co-opting of 'the bee' and i renew my calls to label you a full-on hypocrite.

Moving on . . .

Yes, the Eagles have long been acknowledged as a nemesis of mine. I feel for you, having to endure not just a cover band, but a cover band slaughtering an already crappy song. Very disturbing. Their over-rated easy-listening bull shit makes me want to hurl every time. If there's anything worse than the Eagles, it's fans of the Eagles. What. A bunch. Of wankers.

They are certainly no Rolling Stones, a band whose MySpace administrator recently exhibited the poor judgement to add us to their 'friends' list, clearing the way for me to leave this comment on their page this morning: