...could it have been HOW you asked me...
...or could it have been WHAT you asked me...
...maybe it's WHEN you asked me...
all i know is that YOU'RE ON FUCKIN' CRACK...
Sir Mick Jagger? Damn. Sir David Bowie can't be far behind.
I was on my way to Manhattan yesterday evening when I saw newsvans from all the major networks about five blocks from the last stop on the #2 train. Found out what it was this morning. This evil mutha-fucka of a man killed his ex-wife. Shot her in the head like five times. Effed up! He is a sad fucking bastard, and I hope they lock him up and make him rot in jail till he's shitting himself and convulsing. He slashed her tyres knowing that would force her to go take the bus,and he ambushed her at the bus stop. How fucking disgusting is that?! I never knew you, ma'am, but rest in peace. What a horrible way to go.
switching gears...
Years ago, a friend (and former lover) from Holland sent me a cool card. Her father's Jewish and her mum is Dutch reformed, so she was used to celebrating the full JudeoChristian spectrum of festivities this time of year. The card she sent me had a picture of a Santa and a Rabbi and the title was 'Happy Whatever!'. While that may have seemed a bit sacriligeous to some, I thought it was funny as hell. Since I couldn't find an image of it using da Google, I have decided to use my skills as 'drawer of shitty bitmaps using a button mouse'. Hey! Don't laugh... I am the King of drawing shitty bitmaps using a button mouse.