Six-Inch Brick Hole!
posted by on June 28 at 16:16 PM
Speaking of tonight and that enchanted place called Pony, I’ll be there (with the other eleven inches of my penis poking through that six-inch brick hole), and I’ll be wearing my new sunglasses. Have I mentioned them? Well.
In other desperately important news: Here is a mysterious message that I found in a gutter:
Filth? Forgiveness? Courage? Sin? Mmm. Gutter poetic. And devastatingly poignant somehow if you consider that it’s written on stationery hawking something called ZYPREXA, and ZYPREXA is a medication for schizophrenia and bipolar disorder.
Anyhoozits, have I told y’all about my new sunglasses?
Hey, Susan lost those at the Fremont Solstice Parade (sunglasses) ...
And you only need 8 inches, most of the nerve endings are on the last 1 inch.
i'm not thinking about myself, i'm thinking of whomever's on the other side of that hole. i'm a giver.
By a strange coincidence Filth, Forgiveness, Courage & Sin are the names of my chickens! (They lay wonderful eggs.)
I see you found my grocery list.
gurldoggie, you're only allowed 3 chickens in the city limits. please report yourself to animal control.
Ugh. Those sunglasses are so homely that they're downright heterosexual.
http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/Content?oid=12237
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