...coast.
Mike myers would be proud of my new digs. He would offer me a schmoke and a pancake.
i love scotch. scotch scotch scotch. down in my belly. scotch scotch scotch.
so my death "wish" if you will is a wee too early of a presumption on my part.
(knock on wood- proper wood you fool, get your mind out of the gutter! you're only allowed there if you're visiting the homeless- AND THAT INCLUDES YOU LIZ, wherever you've disappeared to... some triplet/twin you've turned out to be. What kind of prez ignores her in-meeting entertainment like this? ready dawn? home [make the rooftop] less [questioning hands])
sleep calls me. yes it's only 1041, but i still need to go home and prepare. and i'm a pansy. at least i'm not a nancy like some belt character. nancy.
shove off, matey ARRRRRGH. and that's what they say is that.
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