Thursday, July 07, 2005
trace only has a birthday once a year.
Thank god. or we'd die of alkie poison.
Trace rocks. no really. Go put paper on rocks and trace them.
Hey, note to chicks I hit on with boyfirends: am I that subtle you can't tell what I'm doing? Stop me! Cause it just makes a mockery of us both.
Hey, new guy. Enuff Z uff Rules!
so this is my first "drunk dialing" of the podcast.
Enjoy, rib meats.