what is up, my peoples?

it's raining. a real shitty day. i can feel it.

there is a fine line between pessimism and realism.

i see uncle robert has graced our presence on the comment board.

do you see how just a simple happy birthday salutation from me makes the most ordinary people feel like they are somebody? i love that about me.

always thinking of the little people.

i've been hanging out with roger ray, jason boland, and andy pate all night and day. breaking it all down. i believe we made some huge breakthroughs towards figuring it all out.

figuring IT all out.

what is it, you ask?

fuck if i know.

i'm thirsty.

hey mama, don't you treat me wrong. come and love yo' daddy all night long. alright. hey hey. uh huh. alright.

see the gal with the diamond ring. she knows how to shake that thing. alright. hey hey. uh huh.

i think i want to talk about tattoos.

i think tattoos are becoming a problem.

if you wanna have one or two tattoos that is perfectly fine. but these freakazoids who tattoo their entire bodies have got to be controlled. there's this kid that hangs out at our house sometimes whose entire back is a fucking energizer battery. what the fuck......

a swear to god....

there should be some kind of a law enforced, when someone walks in a tattoo parlor and asks to have his entire back tattooed like a fucking energizer battery.

"yes, i want an energizer battery tattooed on my entire back", said the freak.

"sure thing. would you please follow me to the back of the store?", said the tattoo dude.

and then there is a giant trapdoor that falls into a dungeon and the freak is cast down for thirty days to think about what he is doing to his body. they are fed grilled cheese sandwiches and pickles.

i gotta go, man.

there looking for me......


sigmund freud

i mean scott.