menudo

and not the tripe soup.
(though i had no idea the it's been "long touted as a hangover cure")
i'm using the word colloquially, like mixture or whatever.
damn, did i lose you?
anywho... here's a couple of things that i'm not able to tie together neatly with cat gut.
my playlist yesterday is made up almost solely of songs i have been downloading from my favorite site ever.

tesco runs a tight ship over there. i understand he used to have one helluva blog too, but hey, this shit gets old sometimes and between pleasing his mega hot


thanks, tesco.
(whatever music i didn't steal from him i got from7 inch punk -also on sidebar- or krucoff or i stole from coop.)
on a completely UNRELATED note...

money quote - 'In my imagination, she's 14 and earns pocket money by working in her school library.'... 'She's very important to me,' [Malcolm] continues. 'I feel affection for her which goes beyond sexual desire.'"
-- i can't decide whether or not to get mad about this -- he's talking about a glorified blow up doll... um... ya.
lastly, here's a story that popbitch sent me that i have to post because i hate that little limp dick faggot fred durst..

bwahh ahahahahahahahj
... at ease...
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