Thursday, May 20, 2004
and monkeys might fly out of my butt
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Proudly presenting the alcohol-fueled random ramblings, rantings, and reminiscing of a raucous raconteur. I'm looking for me. You're looking for you. We're looking at each other and we don't know what to do. So pull up a bar stool and sit down. I'll buy you a Lone Star if you bum me a smoke. Say "Hello!" to the Good Doctor Polymer Noyz.