& please go to Bulford’s (updated!) site right now to download his Karen Kain song before I start prostituting myself on Douglas for ten bucks a pop out of desperate desperation and sheer lack of self control. Post haste, you magnificent punks, you. Do it to keep me from getting herpes from Swan Lake.
like The Bulford says, "it's a song about you, but really not." Word. I'm all for semi-dedication, in all senses of the text. I heart you, blondie, I really do. room-fer-cream. haha! YOU’D LET ME SWALLOW MY ALCOHOLIC TONGUE WHILE IN HALF FOETAL POSITION SLEEP FOR JEWISH-MADE SCHNITZEL. oh, man. Poem for you: upcoming.
Kosher!
Kosher!
I HAVE THE BROTHER I NEVER HAD!!!!!!!! :DDD
Posted by caroline at April 2, 2005 2:21 AM