When I think about you, I quote myself.

I bet you think this blog is about you. I'm not even going to ask if you have clouds in your coffee. I'm all about stealing 3 pieces of bologna on a stale roll's worth of drunk conversation. Every idea in this blog is mine, by the way. Unless it's yours. You were drunk at the time. I was the guy in the corner writing down all your word vomit. And then you puked in a plastic cup because you're classy that way.

When I think about you, I quote myself.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Poverty sharpens the eye.

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