Wednesday, October 11, 2006

On The Eve of 400 Blows National Tour

In this update from out west, Ryan Duffy's arch nemesis, the worst person in the world, and an all around bad guy, Will Heflin weighs in with some personel issues as his bandmate prepares to leave him at home!

Why did i think it would be a good idea to call in sick so i could stay home (ANOTHER 12 HOURS) emptying tiny little ziplock bags and drinking these retarded/supposed tequilla sunrises out of a clean (by bill p. standards) mason jar? Do i get a banjo with that or just relinquish i.q. points. I am the dead lettuce (that won't flush) floating in the toilet after a really strange shit. Or at least that's what i fell like. have fun storming the castle. And bring me some wet wipes, my hemroids are the size of cabbage patch kids.

Like pleas for help?

2 comments:

mary louise butters said...

no, you are the shit stained sheets that i found behind my house stuffed in an empty 12 packs of high life!

john martin said...

walking garbage!

 

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