all these days are interesting.

today though, sheesh.

currently im in the jungles of hmo phone chain hell.

i told a woman that i was going to cry if she didnt send me to the correct person.

wanna know why i dont like doctors?

last time i went to a doctor about something curious he greased up a gloved finger and shoved it in a place where not even God has explored and told me to pee on the floor.

i tried and i couldnt but it was a bizarre situation especially considering that the view was amazing since we were on the top floor of the historic hollywood general hospital that overlooks los feliz east hollywood and on a clear day downtown la and west hollywood.

the other day i went to the doctor since my insurance was about to run out and he said your tests tell me to send you to a specialist so i went to the specialist and this fucker wants to put a camera up my ass.

even though im 111 years old i have a mother who is still with us, thank God and i was all ma wtf, and she was all its a colonosophy, youre a little young for that but colon cancer is something that you want to keep an eye on, its whats killing chief justice rehnquist.

so now believe it or not, i find myself in the odd situation of fighting to get this camera up my ass.

the specialist advised that i get on the horn today to my insurance company to make sure the proceedure got approved but since i had nothing to do yesterday i made a call yesterday and left a message.

then today i got serious about it. and left a message at noon. then at 2 i called again and was hung up on before being said hello.

i need a vacation.

so i called back and she said oh yeah you are calling the wrong number. i wanted to say, you heard both of my messages and you werent going to call me back? but im nice. she gave me a different number. i called that one. she sent me back to the first one.

i told that lady that i was going to jump off a bridge if she didnt help me.

please dont do that, she said.

all these women are latin. you can tell.

i dont know what that means, im just reporting the facts.

the latin ladies were not giving me any love today. except the one who i told i was gonna cry if she didnt get me to the right place.

i said to the new one are you hollywood general medical group

she said yes

i said i was told that i need the coordinator of the hollywood general medical group to approve my authorization, please do not send me to orange county, please find me the coordinator of the hollywood general medical group

i was put on hold for maybe three minutes, then i heard two beeps and i was hung up on.

i called back and said my name. she said i am so sorry, but i have the person who can help you.

i could go on. but i wont because i cant believe that im doing all of this, even now blogging about it, so that i can get a camera up my ass

some of the prettiest girls on planet earth have wanted to even look at my asshole and i wont let them and yet im fighting to have this man ive never met to invade my most personal privacy.

so the last lady says when was the request faxed in? i said probably tuesday. she asked what number was it faxed in from? i was all what?

she said, i cant believe she said this, but she did. she said, we get soooo many faxes in here but theyre not paper faxes, theyre emailed faxes, but you cant search the names, you can only search the phone number that it was faxed from.

i was all, so please call my doctor and find out his fax number

she was all, you have to call him.

and of course he’d rather be golfing and im sitting here watching the cubs lose.

like a bitch.

an mp3 of the Amazing Race winners telling the untold story + via fook the people + thanks!

4:45p – 5p
5/25/05

tsar june 28: can i ask a few questions for the busblog?

Blogebrity: SURE

tsar june 28: 1. did Blogebrity start as a contest entry?

Blogebrity: it started as 2 different ideas–one very loosely formed blog idea, and one half-assed contest entry (actually a nerdy fanblog dedicated to jessica coen of gawker). and then, much like the reeses peanut butter cup guys, we said–why not merge the two concepts into one! and blogebrity was formed

tsar june 28: 2. why nick denton on the cover and not wonkette?
tsar june 28: or i should say, why not Ana

Blogebrity: basically, we just found a better picture of nick….we were having a hard time finding good, larger-sized images of ana that would work for the layout

tsar june 28: 3. Will there be centerfolds each issue?

Blogebrity: ummm….do i have to pay you if i steal that idea?

tsar june 28: steal away
tsar june 28: just give me a free subscription 😛

Blogebrity: then yes, i would imagine so
Blogebrity: for sure
Blogebrity: i think we’ll have to hook up the entire A-list

tsar june 28: 4. So Slashdotted today, Metafiltered the other day, who else has given you attention?

Blogebrity: instapundit the day before the competition officially opened was pretty nuts
Blogebrity: quite a bit of attention from conservablogs

tsar june 28: 5. You list Matt Drudge as a blogger, do you do that ironically since he hates being identified as a blogger?

Blogebrity: pretty much

tsar june 28: 6. Is Jeff Gannon on your list?

Blogebrity: oh man….how do we overlook that guy? we gotta add him pronto
Blogebrity: but to what list?

tsar june 28: Do people even go to his blog?
tsar june 28: I’d say a hopeful c-list

Blogebrity: i think he’d probably have to be C-list

tsar june 28: 7. Did you ever read the site Internet Gossip? Are you interested in taking over what they were in to – cam girls, etc?

Blogebrity: hmmm….don’t know about the cam girls and such; we’re definitely exploring any appropriate extension of the concept

tsar june 28: thats it. thanks for your time. good luck on the new venture
tsar june 28: youre already far far ahead of the game

Blogebrity: thanks

tiny cat pants + makeout city + star sailing + seperate my side

one of em says to the other, i swear i feel like im supposed to do something today but i cant remember what. the other goes you mean you dont make a to-do list each morning. a gong is struck and a man in a top hat strikes both of the fuckers with a white glove.

she was twenty two with eyes of blue. we were watching back to school on cable. it was nearly summer so she was rediscovering her bikini closet. took a magazine with me into the office and after a few pages i heard a tap on the door, she came in barefoot in a roxy bikini

i know what i have to do today the one fucker says gasping for air beneath

i was all whats up baby

she was all i didnt know you had a gardener

i was like i have a gardener?

she was like dont you hear that weed wacker

and i was all yeah

and she was like thats the gardener dumbass.

noon you mysterious vixen.

ive seen girls like her before. girls who wear bikinis as uniforms. as utilitarian. as whew im so glad i dont have to think about what to wear. its amazing but somehow the bikini loses its hotness but maybe its just me. nearly instantly bored with everything. a.d.d. on full blast.

no way am i getting a buspass when this month is over. you really have to ride that thing every other day to make it worth it and who does that if they dont have a job to get to. i wanna go to the beach but i have a previous appointment with a job interview.

what you resist persists i tried to tell her but she didnt understand what i was saying but maybe she just figured out a different angle to it. im going to go on the bus. im going to go to the beach. maybe i can figure out how to do this interview another day or on the phone or something. i used to interview people all the time and theyd postphone those things all the time. theyd apologize but we didnt care.

the cubs came back last night to beat the astros and took batting practice off their hotshit closer brad lidge.

you cant be serious and have a closer named brad.

on top of his unfortunate name he looks like he should be ripping my ticket at the multiplex

fortunately if looks mattered and they were the prerequisite to anything theres no way id have a vegin parading around my house eating toasted sourdough trying to convince me that bo brice isnt so bad by pointing out that he doesnt dress gay. and you know i guess he doesnt dress gay.

and say what you want but britneys tv show gets better each week.

xTx + zulieka + yaketesax

? no, not the typical fuck dubya is a fucking idiot but real bitching like ive dated this girl four times and why wont she let me put my hand down her pants. i dont complain about my real life, i dont whine, i dont cry, i dont bitch for several reasons including a weird one that i shouldnt even worry about. truth is i shouldnt worry about any of it. its a blog. its USENET.02 Beta. its a voice in the wilderness, its a baby step up from geocities, its a fad its a trend in the same way dave matthews and coldplay is a trend – you will find those people who will be like omg i LOVE dmb or omg coldplay are brilliant! and you wanna smack those people. my chair sucks. i hate this chair. over the years ive analyzed lots of different things as to what has caused me carpal tunnel, the deliberating and mocking illness on par with becoming an impotent porn star. at first i thought it migh be my home situation and i went through four or five different chairs, a pull out tray for the keyboard, i hired a geisha, i put a sunroof in my closet, i did everything i could. then i realized oh well it might have something to do with the fact that you type for eight hours a day up in chopper one like an idiot. but now i havent worked there for a few weeks and i can barely get on the computer without feeling pain. its not comfortable, its not a good thing, i dont want to be here. i wanna sit on the couch. i want to sleep. i want to stay up until 8am, fuck 3am. i want to sleep till noon. i want to sleep whenever i want. i want to sleep whereever i want. i want this girl to allow my carpal up her prada whats so hard about that?

my monitor has probably two days left in it. if not one. the skys falling america so if you dont hear from me in a few days consider it a summer vacation, which was the plan for this summer until i realized oh but what about the blawwwwg. its like a puppy. you see these young people who get puppies and youre like what the fuck is wrong with you, you realize you cant just go to mammoth for a weekend or vegas or mexico. yes puppies are cute but dude.

the plan this summer in order to turn a bad thing into a good thing was to take the summer off. the only thing i miss about childhood is summer vacations. even then i appreciated not having to do shit. ever. the kids would come to my house and pound on the door in order to round up kids to play baseball on the sod farm and i had the drapes closed i had a pillow over my head i had the cave action on full bore. i had a deadbolt on my door and when my mom had that removed i removed the outside door handle and carried it around in my pocket. so when the kids knocked on the door for a good five minutes straight cuz they knew i was home because my bike was outside, i didnt even bother to flip them off because the general aura of my room was saying fuckoff i’ll meet you at the farm when im good and ready its not like the game is going to be over any time soon fuckers last till its too dark to see.

that was the plan for this summer. not. do. shit.

somebody sent me a bong the other day. nobody believes that im straightedge and gives me this shit all the time because apparently thats what you do in certain circles, when i ran for editor in cheif of the daily nexus and i barely lost in a squeaker by one vote one of the cartoonists came up to me and said tony when i first came into the nexus i was greeted by two people one guy said what do you want the other person said hey the coke machines broke, press the second button for a free one. so heres two hits of the best liquid acid ive ever had the pleasure of knowing. and gave me a little baggie with two sugar cubes in it.

so now theres this bong looking at me and what the hell am i gonna do with that. smoke weed and watch tv all summer? is that what should go down? i dont think so. i dont even know if that could be possible. plus i know im gonna get drug tested at this one place. drink all summer? bleh. bukowski drank so that we wouldnt have to. im derivative enough. ive been drinking water right out of the gallon jug. the empties are laying on their sides like two liters of diet dr pepper used to lay. i went to the doctor the other day for my physical and it was such a ripoff physical, i didnt even take off my clothes. i could have eight dicks for all he knows. he got his assistant to take my blood but not even my piss. wtf. and then this morning i was going through my sneaky pics folder in my camera and i had nabbed a picture of part of my file at the doctors office and guess what letter was on the corner of my file? x

so why did he take my blood then, wasnt that in my xbi folder too? but then i figured maybe it was cuz i wasnt around for three weeks and i could have been up to no good but ive been with virgins, a vegan and a carnivore. we went to the pantry last night. on our way to the tsar show we started making out right in the car and we pulled over and lets just say that when we were done we realized that there was no way we were going to make it to downey in time for the show so since we were in the car anyway we decided to go to the pantry where she got eggs n potatoes and i got chicken fried steak mashed potatoes and corn. they give you a friggin loaf of sour dough bread which i doggie bagged and turned some of it into peanut butter n jelly sandwhiches at 3:30am disregarding the one thing the doctor told me after getting my blood tests back: diet. the assistant translated that into your cholestorol is fine but your tyglicorides(?) are a few points higher than they should be. and its true ive been eating like a pig. i feel like its something i can do with my hands. its something active since i have nothing active to do and i since i dont want to do anything and i dont want to sit anywhere other than a couch or a bed or a bleacher or a beachside.

but the trick of all of this is to try to get to a point where im telling you its impossible but its goal-worthy and thats to have no obligations.

its impossible because somewho who i like and admire a great deal is going to have a birthday party soon and so i have to go to that, and i want to go to that, but its still an obligation. the cubs are going to be in town this week. i have to go to there. obligation. is it possible to fall asleep with the idea that “i can truly sleep as long as i want. i can try to set a fucking sleep record if i wanted since i dont have to be awake at any time tomorrow.” and thus have a great nights sleep. and thus be free. and thus be finally, something. something better than this. which isnt free. which you are still the slave to something. slave to yes. yes i will do that.

the problem with obligation for some is instant regret and obstination. and the practice of making up words, which when that happens, perhaps drinking at noon isnt such a bad idea.

last night i went to bed early. four am. and i slept on the couch because i wanted to wake up at a reasonable hour because i wanted to enjoy some of this daylight because i wanted to feel like a kid on summer vacation in hollywood with a blank slate and the freedom to play shortstop all day. it was nice driving down wilshire with this cheerleader listening to the mix cd id just made. i was driving. the streets were empty. during the quiet part of one of the songs i had my hand on her thigh since thats where its supposed to be and we were at a red light which illuminated her miniskirts shimmer and i nudged her thigh toward me just a little bit, and she opened her legs just a tad and smiled, and you woulda pulled over too.

bungee + golden fiddle + raymi + jaime’s new book!

today

laurita says im her idol. shes the one going to law school, so shes my idol.

theres nothing better than a smart girl.

two smart girls maybe.

i read her site goobita a long time ago and for some reason we never talked till now.

the other night we talked about some blogs that we read.

all i have to say is you people have stories to tell and pretty blogs, i wish you’d write in them.

i hate that our friends and family, or the fear about friends and family keep people from telling their stories.

something must be done.

this is the first time in mankind that people from all over the world, completely different people, can tell each other what its like to live where they live and do the things that they do.

why hold back?

xbi called me this morning. apologized for calling on our company vacation. gnarly shit going down in the valley, where its been super hot.

i didnt want to go to the super hot. and i didnt go to sleep last night till five.

karisa still had my flying car so i took a cab into the office

los angeles this morning was glorious, people of earth. warm, clear, smooth, sweet.

he didnt say nothing to me and i didnt say nothing to him.

the jazz coming out of the boom box on the passengers front seat sounded like monk i could barely hear it behind the bullet proof glass.

when i was a kid i rode in a car by a current pro baseball player and i sat in the back seat and i thought i wonder if anyone knows who this guy is driving, that they just cheered for him a few hours ago.

this morning i thought i wonder if this taxi driver knows that what hes saying on his cell phone right now is being heard by one of the few people who could fuck his shit up in a major way.

cops say that the bad guys are all asleep on a saturday morning.

sometimes theyre driving cabs totally sober.

sometimes theyre in the back seat totally hung.

laurita + dave + photoblogs experiment + if blogebrity was fake before, its real now

im lucky enough to totally get bob dylan. i say lucky cuz i know a lot of people who arent. which is funny because those people are very likely to totally get burns or blake or eliot even.

a pretty girl drove me to frys electronics in burbank. she was all something shadys going on in here and i was all i know shhh. we were shopping for computer monitors because mine is about to blow out.

as some of you know, i live in ken laynes old hollywood bachelor pad, yes the genius behind sploid. right off the living room there’s a walk in closet of sorts that ken used for his laptop to write some of the best things you ever saw in the online journalism review,

but the space that i currently house my monitor that ken used for his laptop is spacious, therefore this newfangled plasma screen jobs are useless for me

and the biggest oldschool CRT monitors that frys had in stock were 19″ jobbers for $200.

but i had just been on ebay and recalled Sony 24″ professional monitors for $300-$400, wouldnt it be worth a little more for something top of the line?

all my years selling electronics has taught me that if you can get from bottom of the line to top of the line in two hundred bucks for something that youre using every damn day then you should go for it.

and i left frys electronics emptyhanded

for the first time i think in my entire life.

thats like going to costco for the buck hotdog.

its two fifty five and im listening to boots of spanish leather on bob dylans birthday and im not the slightest bit sleepy.

and the only thing i have to do tomorrow i think i can pull off, two things really

first i have to send karisa my resume because any time you get a second chance to work with karisa you should probably take it.

even though im going to have to buy whole new clothes

and grow up a little

and the second thing is to see tsar play live in downey,

and secret buddy who sent me the new tsar cd via the elusive magic of the internets

thank you thank you thank you

my favorite dylan song + the hottest girl in panama just became a stewardess + siri baby

today

Tyler Cowen has an interesting post about “blogging burnout” that the instapundit linked today which i whole-heartedly agree with.

so many people think they’re these great writers, or they aspire to be great writers, or they think theyre intellectual, or they think they know something about politics, sex, sport, music, or debate, and when it comes time to rock the mic day after day they fall flat on their face.

some complain that they dont want to “give it away for free” on the web but those people are making excuses for even whores come home and have real sex after they clock out. so f the lying liars who are probably procrastinating pros when they do get paid to steal my ideas.

the interenet and the web and blogging is ideal for the real writer and the real reader. i would argue that the real writer is also a great reader, and theres nothing better to read than the web, so i would partially disagree with mr. cowen when he writes that blogging cuts into his time reading, because i assume he is saying it cuts into his book-reading time, which i would argue is being replaced with web-reading, which is also reading. but what do i know.

heres one reason i will probably never experience blogger burnout.

cuz i know that there are no rules on the web other than dont be dull.

which means you can type things like this:

i am in the best fucking mood right now and its only eight fifty eight am on sunday morning.

7. The “Master Bloggers,” whoever you think those may be, are strange in the first place. mr. cowen writes. and i would tend to agree. although i dont get enough hits to consider myself a master blogger, i admit to being strange in the first place. and prolific is just a polite way to say obsessive in the same way reclusive is a nice way to say shut-in, the same way eccentric is just a spin on saying rich ‘n’ crazy. although no one ever calls james brown, mike tyson, or michael jackson eccentric so maybe it doesnt apply if youre black (or were black).

heres when you will experience “blogger burnout”:

1. when your internal dialogue gets hijacked by your concerns about what your readers will think.
2. when you are afraid to write down what you are truly thinking about at that moment.
3. when you believe the lie that some people just arent capable of good writing.
4. when you believe the lie that there is a certain way that you “should” write anything.
5. when you get more involved in punctuation, spelling, or aestetics than saying what you want to say.
6. when you get caught up in traffic, hits, popularity, readers, and/or fame.
7. when you believe the lie that what you think doesnt matter.
8. when you believe the lie that what youre about to say has been said before and/or written down better.
9. when you forget that most ideas can be expressed in less than 15 minutes.
10. when you dont set aside a little bit of time each day to update your blog.

if your blog feels more like a “have to” instead of a “get to” youre writing about the wrong things.

perhaps the only thing going through your mind is the hottie at work who you want to bang, but you fucked up and you told this person about your blog, and therefore you are experiencing writers block because you cant think of anything else to say or think about.

its at this time that you should thank blogger.com for allowing unlimited amounts of free blogs.

i suggest that you set up a new blog called www.iwannabonethisonehottie.blogspot.com and get it off your chest.

and dont be suprised that once you get it all out over there, then you will return to your original blog re-focused and ready to rock, and lo and behold not only are you cured of the lie that is blogger burnout, but just the opposite, now you have two rockin blogs, and the newer one is probably better, cuz its more honest.

first a-list ever + smith + no relation to sk smith, far as i know

Tony,

If you’re saying the Sox don’t have heart, well, I’m afraid you just haven’t seen them play this year…it’s been one gut wrenching victory after another, and often predicated on stellar pitching, crazy baserunning and spectacular D.

And if you haven’t been to US Cellular since it was called Comiskey, you may be quite surprised. They removed the top 8 rows in the upper deck, and put a bit of roof on, which makes feel much more homey, homey, and the fan deck in centerfield is a pretty sweet place to be.

I was at Wrigley Friday afternoon, first time in a couple years…you can’t tell me Sox knuckleheads are any worse than Cub knuckleheads…and besides the beautiful field, and many great seats, thay place is becoming a bit of a pisshole, if you ask me.

Buerhle, Garcia, Contreras, Garland & El Duque…the wins are coming…

– smith

for the record i havent been at a cubs game in wrigley for a long long time. far too long.

but you dont have to tell me that there are losers and degenerates and drunks and fuckups and hillbillies and fratboys at ten sixty west addison, they were rightfully called bleacher

bums.

those are my people.

just because the yuppies have adopted the northsiders and driven the price of a bleacher seat to $20 a pop shouldnt cloud your reality of real cub fans.

i was lucky enough to be in the chicagoland area in 1983, the last year the sox were truly good, and all the fence sitters rushed over to the sox and i sat in the bleachers in wrigley in 83 and 84 and i saw the real cub fans

and we piss in the fucking sink.

there were many places for an underaged kid to drink beer in chicago, but the easiest at that time were the fabled bleachers of wrigley field where tickets were three bucks and a sixteen ounce old style was two.

the cubs are loveable

wrigley from a blimp is loveable

real cub fans were the first to throw visiting home run balls back. hard.

outside of the xbi i havent gotten in a fist fight, like a real fight since high school but if i ran across steve bartman, i think it would be my responsibility to beat his ass a little bit, and im a pacifist deep down, and a Christian.

if ever there was a time to forgive someone it would be steve bartman but fuck that, every time i see that replay and think about how he sat there for the whole game without crying without pleading forgiveness from those around him, for not self destructing right there out of shame, and for now for not writing a book saying god im the biggest loser of all time, he needs his ass kicked.

what was the question again?

Well, I for one am not betting the farm on the Sox. But I sure as hell wouldn’t bet on the Cubs. My point was this–the marketing for the Cubs fills the seats and allows them to field less than perfect teams and still make tons of cash. Since they have no owner who has personally put his balls on the line, all they care about is the bottom line–and I don’t mean wins either.

As for Steib–I remember that dude too.

– Rob W

yes i know you were trying to give credit to the marketing dept but the cubs have always had great attendence with or without marketing.

you have the most lovable team and the most beautiful shrine to baseball in the worlds greatest sports town.

marketing is doing its best to ruin the good things its got. why are there ads behind the plate? trib corp owns the team the paper the radio station and the tv station, they dont need that stupid ad. its that shit that takes away from wrigley.

as do the lights

as do the extra scoreboards everywhere, and the new seats.

stop it already.

i swear to god if i was ever the one in charge i would take down those lights and donate them to little leagues and the seats in the bleachers would go back to three dollars

and just like in those days heres how youd get them, youd show up and youd pay the man and hed give you what looked like a little raffle ticket, like what a girl scout would give you, like what they give people at fairs and if you get twenty you can get a pen with a feather on the end of it.

adn youd walk up the ramps

and youd be in the greatest place of all time.

and youd take off your shirt and pay the man for a beer which hed pour right in front of you.

thats not a tough product to sell.

the marketing department blew it with sammy, and they’ll figure out a way to blow it with this team too.

but let me say again what a joy it is not to have to listen to steve stone and chip caray ruin my chicago cub experience on wgn.

it’s like someone removed a splintery two by four from my rectum.

i knew i hated them, but having them gone makes me realize how much i seriously loathed them. yes, loathed!

fuck.

flagrant needs a travel buddy. fine, i’ll do it + koganuts + wonkette

hey Tony,

So whats up with the pics of girls? I mean, they’re great and all, but Miss El Salvador doesn’t look anything like the Salvadorians at the Pupusaria and Miss Denmark isn’t even blonde!!! Are these really genuine? It’s important. We really gotta know.

– Jerry

hi jerry,

yes all of these women are actually representing the countries on their sash. and they all will be seen in the miss universe pageant which i think happens the day after memorial day – or the day after – or something.

but yes theyre all genuine and i guess the fact that they dont all look like the stereotype is a good thing cuz the world is far more diverse than most of us realize.

but i agree with you, miss denmark looks polish.

Better luck next year, Tony.

– RobW

bonjour rob,

my hat’s off to the southside, especially jerry manuel who’ve taken an untalented group and as youve said, convinced them the importance of playing as a team.

it’s helped, of course that Dustin Hermanson has filled in nicely in the role as the closer, and Scotty Podesnick is reminding people about the importance of speed,

but the Sox have no heart. they’ll wither before the school season re-opens.

and their stadium blows.

no the Cubs arent sucking right now because of Trib Corp who have never put butts in the seat at Wrigley. the Cubs are having problems because they got rid of Sammy and Alou and didnt fully replace them.

yes Jeremy Burnitz has been a pleasant suprise, not just with his bat but with his glove (i watch every game), but you cant replace 80 dingers with one Burnitz.

and we havent had a closer all year. Dempster is trying but ask yoda trying isnt going to win you any fucking world series.

the Cubs are struggling because of injuries and a shit bullpen. and possibly because Dusty Baker isnt the genius that he has always been touted as being.

hi tony,

Steroids are of course no problem.
Brian

hey Brian,

I did hear brenley joke. i thought it was pretty funny.

i believe he said Spelunking.

may i say it’s a fucking Joy to turn on WGN and not have to hear the nasaly whine of Steve Stone or the hot-hits FM bullshit phoniness from Chip Caray whose grandfather, i have it on good authority, denies him.

i dont think Zam is on the juice, i think he has a problem blogging and/or playing Goldminer too much.

Hey Tony,

The Unsomnambulist

Yes I do.

Good seats too.

Perhaps we should arrange some sort of meet-up if there are other busblog readers who will be in attendence?

Tony,

my buddy played a few rounds of golf with Dave Stieb, former Blue Jays pitcher in the 80’s. complete pothead now, complete pothead then. if that doesn’t prove 99% of them ain’t potheads (though pitchers prefer speed) nothing does. my spaceship’s gonna have a full-court gym and lots of wiggers and mark cuban.
joe

hola joe,

I remember Dave Steib very well. what a weird name to have stuck in my memory.

but who isnt a pothead these days?

I, too,

– Joe

I’m just writing to my audience bro.

black people dont even mention white people unless theres a camera on us.

jk

thanks for your support!!!

probably not + joe + brian + offline adventures + iron mouth