Niiiiiice
we come up seventh on the list when you search for girls fucking there dogs
So the rap show last nite was, um, interesting. At one point the room was full and i was nervous and then the room emptied and i got more nervous and then i went to the front to say my three little lines and i almost barfed and then the track skipped two-thirds thru the song so i just stood there like a honkybitch, holding the mic and feeling very shy. Before even going up there I almost wussed-out twenty times. I sat nursing beers at the Dun rite Inn trying to figure out if i should do it or not and then i was told there would be no camera to document the evening so then it felt like a waste but, in the end, dave said, “you can’t wuss out” so then i was like, “fine.”
At least i didn’t get stabbed.
This place rules. Check out Ghetto Neel and Wafro and other dumb photo collages.
ooooh i see the mailman coming up the street. RRrrreeeeeeooooooW.
