My friend Porter smells like Christmas.
If there was a paid position in being an immature, petty instigator, I would be the prime candiate. Peace out, A-town.
Friday, February 04, 2005
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A discursive account of my self-absorbed, spiteful, immature observations & obsessions.
2 comments:
Would this have anything to do with you starting the rumor mill on a little sketch called BBQ Boys Club?? That's what I thought. Sinner....
This may have something to do with dressing up as Liza and Judy and ruining the She Man Woman Haters' Club Meeting of Boys BBQ Club 2005 by screaming for our pills and spitting mouthfuls of Wild Turkey on certain dinner guests. Pill box hats and opera gloves for all!
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