You know what I was busy doing today, aside from getting my fucking brains blown out by EXK, EL and VXX?
Mrs. Fly had an interior decorator teach us what we needed to be taught, with regards to paint, window treatments and of course fabric. Droning on through the process, I’d blurt out unreasonable requests for “goblin green” to be “splashed” upon the bedroom walls. Or, perhaps a “punch” of terra-cotta to mesh with the many nuances of “jack-0-lantern orange,” were my requests. In the end, I was on the receiving end of a homo-hammer, all the while EL gave me the business (no homo).
This isn’t even remotely close to being funny.
I haven’t even read the news yet. I don’t know if Ben gave a public blow-job to Alan Greenspan, or he opted to take out his printing press for a “rendezvous” across Zimbabwe.
“Pardon me as I get a dash of cocaine to powder my nose with.”
I lost money today, but sold out of LNN for sport–young chap. Ag was sooo June. I am onto bigger and better things, such as “hedging” my positions with a fucking chainsaw to femur (VXX).