i love rye.

i think rye will cure your ills.

AND: that's quite a comment you got on your last entry.
prick spammer. jeeze. if anyone's gonna make durty cash off this piece of shit blog, let it be us.

that's . . . about all my news, eh? except that i just beat the bulldog at sequence. (another crazee saturday night.)

and: i'm drunk. (on rye.)

goooood bye.

SPANKEEEE

in a p.s., did cat tell you about how i secretly crammed her purse full of meat sticks when we was in k-town? also: the toucan stunk so bad i had to put the neck of my shirt up over my nose. there was also an appearance from a spence evans funk band. am i 16? wtf? AND: are you in toronto yet? also: a rye-related headache is setting in. zzzz.