the only thing gillespie did was go "awwwww yeaaahh"

which is probably my favourite part in the song
but still


one word

GHEY.



lol he's sitting with his legs crossed, obv
and the bare knee
no pants

fuckin i don't even fuckin...i don't even fuckin need that, i'm a fuckin god, i'm like, so, like, fuckin awesome MAAAAAAN

Well, to be fair to the Scream, they did also contribute the big E chord in the breakdown (thank you Andrew Innes). However, I still wanna be a bitch :p

More irrelevance - am off tonight for a Turkish meal and to see Richard Youngs in Dalston. Can't wait! You and your man up to much today, Cantanky?

not until later
i've just woken up and i don't feel very well

Oh no, that sucks. Perhaps another power nap might sort you out. And just think, at least you don't have to go to work ;)

i prefer the term "disco nap"

but a nap won't help, it's lower abdominal discomfort :(

a nappy, perhaps, but not a nap.

Oh no, Cantanky! I wish I had the power to send you over some Immodium (stomach-settling medication) right now. I can kind of relate though - a couple of weeks ago, after a big drinking sesh between myself, demonrail, Glice and sarramkrop, I woke up the next day with an unsettled feeling in my stomach - needless to say , the phrase "world falling out of my backside" summed up that particualar Sunday...

I've never heard "disco nap" before, but will start using it now. Where do I send the royalties for using it to?

The worst is having a stomach ache in class. Or at SAT-type stuff. Oh man...

hmmm i don't know where you'd send those royalties
you can send them to me if you like :D

i need some immodium or pepto bismol or something, i feel as though i'm about to shit myself even though i know i won't, but it feels that way. fuck alcohol.

Ok, I'll send the royalties to "Cantankerous/Miss Lilly, New York City, USA". You don't mind cheques written in British Pounds, do you?

pounds are perfectly acceptable

*Cantakerous in NYC, gets cheque*
*Looks at cheque, realises it post dated to year 2500*
"Melly you fuckwit, think you can outsmart me, eh? Well, missy britches, we'll see about that. Laser eyesight - full power! Aim for Clapham"

*Melly in Clapham, having a coffee and cigarette*
"Hmm, what a lovely day, look at the sky.....hey, what's those red glowing lines coming towards me?"
BRRRRRZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!

Wow.

that would make a great film, wouldn't it?

Yeah, it would, wouldn't it? We could call it "Tetsuo 3: Iron Lady".

Must get to work now. Take care of yourself, and hope you feel better later on today.

have fun at work melly my darling!

Go on, whore yourself.



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you just made my life.

damn
i'm gonna look shit when i get old
the one of me as a black person is hilarioius

Women and the munchies- two things that hopelessly inhibit yr better judgment.
Hungry and blazed, I was walking downtown with my associate, known affectionately as the Librarian. As usual I had about fifteen cents on me but I was dying for a meal. My mind became consumed with the idea of eating but the situation was so hopeless I settled on the undesirable reality that I'd have to walk the two and a half miles back to my house before I could obtain a decent meal.
And eureka, God did me a solid: through a street window I found a repast fit for an International Conference of Kings. “Phill! Don't!” screamed my associate, but I wasn't listening- I was already inside the campaign headquarters of the Mayor, a place teeming with the well-to-do senior citizens/baby-boomers who live off the blood of my kind, but walking into this minefield was a risk my stoned mind was willing to take for this feast of baked goods.
Librarian walked in and pulled on my arm to drag me back outside. Again he was too late- the Mayor of our small city had just spotted two young potential voters, and damned if he wasn't going to win us over to his side of our town's trivial politics.
Weed is funny. My associate had sufficient reason to be paranoid. He had danced with that sultry mistress Mary Jane and now faced the current mayor and former police chief. But the drug warped what should have been responsible caution to a terrifying superstition.
Weed is funny. I too had sufficient reason to be paranoid. But food had shocked good vibes through my mind, and besides, police-chief or otherwise this man could not possibly be an enemy, not with that firm handshake, quick grin, and down-to-earth ease of conversation. No fucking way. Being completely disarmed and high as fuck, I just chattered my little head off while my associate suffered a self-imposed case of lockedjaw. Before long I was slapping backs with this Champion of the People, and eating my fill of this sumptuous feast as the Guest of Honor.
And that's why whenever I walk downtown I walk with my head held high, because when my Mayor saunters his way through the downtown strip with his entourage he always saves my associate and me a big “Hello Phill! Those are my friends, Phill and his loyal sidekick Librarian!”

It's too bad they don't have a botox option.

Post it, or it didn't happen.

heh






i rly hope my kid turns out looking like this ("baby" option)