A housefly. Soft good cat cat. I praised her most effusively. I am waiting for Mike to achieve sufficient consciousness to drive down her and pick me up to run some errands. In the meantime, I got rid of the disgusting smell in the kitchen sink; Jeff will be pleased.
Archive for August 26th, 2009
and I agree with her one hundred percent. I think she’s a marvel of hotness without the fake enamel….
This crosses sf/hiphop/surrealism and gives one weird video.
Yeah! Time to restore the gender balance in the concerts I go to. I am going with Jeff and Mike, so I am pretty much guaranteed a good time no matter what happens on the stage. Here’s a portrait of a great Canadian philosopher.