wassup doobie? i just just recieved an out of office reply in my spam on my iPhone... u left Fox!? WTF??! what about dwight? what happened? what's going on?
what's up???? living in silverlake now and wanted to invite you to a store opening/nate day cd dropping/Kazuo clothing thing as Mas Boutique on thursday, 7-11 and free boozin homie. grab your girl and some friends, or send dwight- whatever, kip will be there...
i'm comin to LA in a few weeks...can we hang? Although I can no longer eat Roscoe's chicken and waffles due to my new eating regiment...but you can pretend you are Stephen Spielberg's son at another fine dining establishment.
"Jungle juice: If I had to judge the goodness of a drink by the number of times I have witnessed it spouting forth from a youth’s noseholes behind the sound of blissful giggling then only second to milk would I rank sweet jungle juice. It did not matter that jungle juice tasted like a diabetic peeing down your throat, you would drink it until your teeth were stained red with questionable permanence. One day after second grade I had to go to synagogue and my rabbi asked “But, Steven…why are your teeth red?” And I said,“from drinking the blood of Christians.” (seriously) He did not laugh. Thank you jungle juice."
