hugs not drugs.
only dopes use dope.
get high on life.

it seems i must explain my position on michael irvin a little more clearly, because some of the herd is mooing.

first off, i have nothing against drug pipes.

secondly, michael irvin is a stupid ass.

thirdly, he always has been.

fourthly, he had a warrant out for speeding and was probably speeding again when he was pulled over as he was no doubt leaving a titty bar and snorting some cocaine as he then began claiming that the pipe wasn't his just like he always does in that situation because he is a lying cocksucker.

fifthly, fuck michael irvin.


i hope this does a better job of clearing up my position on the issue.

moving along,

30 minutes later....

i forgot what i was saying earlier, but i'm sure it was brilliant and to the point.

when i was a kid i called fried chicken, "Fry Fry chicken".

i still like to call it that.

when i was in the fourth grade, i was the only kid in school who got all the fifty state capitols right. my teacher, mrs. darden, took me to pizza inn buffett with her middle aged brother. mrs. darden was probably 60 and her brother was about 40. they both weighed over 300 pounds. probably 750 combined. it was one of the most embarrassing nights of my life. i swore i would never know more than anyone else again.

who the fuck needs to know all the state capitols anyway?

not me.

fuck that,

scott