So I'm walking back from Wall*E and everyone on the sidewalk is fairly hammered, and as I walk past the Common I see a midget busting mad rhymes to no beat but the one in his head, and he's got four--count 'em, four--honeys in tow, and all I can think is, "am I in a David Lynch film or a John Waters film? And how long do I have to figure it out?" Because that could go a couple of different ways in a very short amount of time.
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tuesdae:
I think you're confused. He said it 13 days ago when I wrote the blog. He joined the site three years ago. Yes I'm still active. Not so much this week because my internet is being silly, but hopefully after Thursday all will be well.
tuesdae:
haha it's fine. Welcome