damn you guys, can we get a softcheque marquee on a trailer to drag behind my car? you know the kind, they usually say something god wants. ch--ch what's missing. i always say ee, like god knows cheech marin or something. and misses him bitterly. poor god. what ever happened to those shirts we made? let's do that again! maybe we can let nina go crazy with some fingerpaint. talk about a collectors' item. and hey, let's play at actors theatre again with some more angry female poetesses. can we make that happen somehow? if we do, we should play all CAN covers with melle being damo AND malcolm? that would be AWESOME!!! blah blah blah mother sky!!!!
i like how in the military, when a senior officer wants a junior officer to leave the room, they point behind themself with their thumb and say 'screw'. and that's it. never 'screw please.' not even 'screw because officer willoughby and i must discuss the...' no. just 'screw'.
where is the lounge? we're gonna be killer in there!
