the country's most cunning linguist has passed
I'm probably the last one to notice this, but now you can choose which eight friends are displayed on your myspace profile. Let the brutal interpersonal Darwinism begin! Oh man I love the internet.
My attempts at finding a night job are meeting with a firm wall of unresponsiveness from potential employers. This is discouraging because I enjoy surviving. It could be the beard.
Which, by the way, is coming in like gangbusters. My rugged new look is knocking down doors and creaming off drawers. Yep, just givin' bitches itches from the rash on their gash (re: cunnilingus).
(The rhymes in this blog are dedicated to the "Poet Laureate of Television," Nipsey Russell who died Sunday at the age of 80 something.)
My attempts at finding a night job are meeting with a firm wall of unresponsiveness from potential employers. This is discouraging because I enjoy surviving. It could be the beard.
Which, by the way, is coming in like gangbusters. My rugged new look is knocking down doors and creaming off drawers. Yep, just givin' bitches itches from the rash on their gash (re: cunnilingus).
(The rhymes in this blog are dedicated to the "Poet Laureate of Television," Nipsey Russell who died Sunday at the age of 80 something.)
posted by eric at 10:59 PM
1 Comments:
nipsey has been a personal hero of mine since i saw the wiz at a very young age. p.s. that movie scared the shit out of me.
-gar
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