Dear Taco Bell, Jesus Fucking Christ, how great are you? I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours, but I think that maybe you might be bigger than Jesus and the Beatles combined. You know what; I’m going to go there. You ARE bigger than Jesus and the Beatles, but only because three of those […]
Archive | June, 2006
The Joiners
Jim said, let’s form a book club. We all nodded like ninnies, not realizing, I guess that we would have to actually read. Later, Jim told Marsha to take off her top. That was when the party became unstable and the story about Jim and his awful prowess began to circulate like a fretful angel.
Richard Burton embalmed himself with scotch
Richard Burton embalmed himself with scotch. You would too if Michael Jackson was your wife’s best friend.