as I awoke screaming about naked transvestites with their makeup and wig still on, I recalled a happier time when I still had my beloved and trusty white mug.
White mug had always been there for me.
Much like a smitten korean prostitute, or some vaguely racist string of an adjective, a nationality and a deragatory position in society like a tall brazilian hairdresser, or a snooty white barbara streissand fan
because damn it
That's comedy.
It was about this time that I noticed I had rearended an elderly woman.
her walker was stuck in my grill, along with several of her tiny teacup yorkies.
As we all know- little dogs are there to feed big dogs.
Big fish eat the little ones.
I think Thom Yorke said that.
How is Thom these days?
and his creepy dead eye.
Y'know I love you Thom.
Ever since that first time I listened to paranoid android on loop for 14 hours, benzed out of my FUCKING MIND.
uh...
what?
I dunno...
is dumpster donuts open yet?
Should I just hit a gas station, pay for sugar swill and coffee water, or drive until I find megajoe mecha... mecka? mecca?
one thing's for certain... I probably should have capitalized that.
Now someone's going to accuse me of being an ignorant biggot
or worse yet
an oblivious american.
See- its okay because I didn't capitalize that other proper noun... right?
I wish I had a helicopter piloting angel to play ping pong with.
