Scratch-offs. I need a job, so I can buy Scratch-offs, make a million-zillion dollars and quit my job. Fuck Yeah, American Dream here I come.
My Fairy Godfather and the person who invented edible jock straps.(Can you say 'yummy') And i'd like to meet Mr. Bubbles, he seems like a fun fellow.
right now im listening to rorshach and Off Da Pigs. Oh, wait a minute. fuck chris horaney. record breaking peice of shitt.
Anybody who dosen't get at least a little choked up at the beginning of the second tape of "The Sound of Music" when julie andr(Aragorn would totally kick Luke Skywalkers ass in a fight)ews comes back from the convent deserves to be beaten with sticks then set aflame, because that means they are souless and evil and are probably witches.
good eats tells me what is good. any lifetime movie.
penthouse letters magazine. its about sex. real sex that really happened to real people who really wrote the trut(did I really write this stuff)h about the real sex that they totally had. my life is too a chronicle of fantastic and sexy encounters that i feel the need to share with all of the other truthful folks who contribute to that fine publication.
Paul Robeson, and Oliver Reed. oh, and apparantly Aragorn. but i didnt write that, i am just not motivated to change that shit. Anyone who can felate themselves.