Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Watch out where the huskies go

To the dickstalk who used our front door as a urinal last night during or after the show at the Bottle: thanks for getting it right into the mail slot, too! We really didn't need that electric bill or issue of the New Yorker we had been wating for. It must be reassuring to know that no matter how drunk you are your aim is still impeccible!

And if we catch you doing it again, we will follow you home and leave a flaming paper bag of our feces on your porch. Thanks.




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3 comments:

Anonymous said...

christ, what if was another leathernecker? shit run of luck, man.

Wolfgang Pynchon said...

Whereupon i proceeded to take that mittenful of the deadly yellow snow
Crystals and rub it all into his beady little eyes . . .

Just be ready to pounce.

WP

Anonymous said...

Hi pal.
"me play joke, me go pee pee in your... door"

Please update yr blog more often. It is a greatness.

Alan Parsons