Next stop please, Mr. Toad.
Hello nasty intergunes. I’m sitting in a hotel room in Chinatown, LA, drinking a beer at 9 am. Sex giant is in an interview now, he will emerge bloodied and victorious, I will pick him up in the minivan, we will yell for a good 40 minutes about how sick of this bullshit we are, and then we’ll figure out what to do with the rest of our day. We will be done with our tasks and glad for it- seven fun interviews in the last 2 days between the two of us.
We had an awesome meal last night at a little belgian sausage/magical beer place a little ways from here. I had a rabbit and rattlesnake sausage and was asked what “genre” of painting I do. The (f)art world’s grab-and-toss range is formidable. We got back to the hotel, made belgian farts and laughed, and I was asleep half a beer later.
I am thinking of the Bukowski poem where he says “I need 40 days to sleep. I need to beat hell out of someone.”
Helmets on.
A force for good…
I’d hate to say that we’re contributing to the the human race, but the stats from the litany of our posts do not lie.
Top Posts
Ball Fun! 3,161 views
Fail 2,096 views
Enough of the horse dicks (or cocks) and back to screwing around 994 views
The number of people who looked at the “Arabian goggles” post is nearly equal to the population of the town I grew up in. Slap that shaved piece of smelly flesh over your eyes and look at the world…. We will make a difference. I’m going to live forever…..
One more post before I go to bed.
I like the dancing chick/armless drummer combo going on here.
It is fine pt.3
I didn’t post the first trailer, but the third is magical:
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