after reviewing all of the fotos from last nite it has occurred to me that i am really getting fucking fat and i better do something about it. anyway.

after the shoe museum fil decided to stay in and not venture out with me and my droogs and he made a wise choice because today i received my first ever for real grown up hangover, no lie. so all those other hangovers were FAKEOVERS! nice one.

we crashed jeff’s (pictured) private work party at supermarket and totally threw down. melody sang dreamer by ozzie wearing a trashy negligee and jeans and hi-top sneakers and i stood in front of the stage screaming at her and going WOOT WOOT YEAH BLEEEARRGH! and also doing “the point” and nodding my head like i knew what it was all about meanwhile everyone is in office attire and being polite, responsible drunks and then back on the farm i have the microphone and am screaming beastie boys songs and making up porno freestyle raps and calling everyone bitches.

samir threw me in the snow and then i put a snow boulder down the back of his jacket and melody totally slid and fell on the icy sidewalk and it was very funny.

as we were leaving some homeless guy asked us to buy him some corn chips and i said no dude but ask that guy his name is jeff. ha!